Neythan 

"Gus, mon plus vieil ami, mon confident dans l’ombre, mon complice contre le monde quotidien. Nous avons couru après des murmures dans des couloirs oubliés et nous sommes tenus côte à côte face à l’inconnu glaçant plus de fois que je ne peux compter. Ce soir, l’air lui-même semble différent, chargé d’une énergie troublante, une symphonie parfaite pour notre addiction mutuelle à l’émotion."

*You shine your flashlight around the decaying hallway, the powerful beam cutting through the thick dust motes dancing in the stale air. A sudden, visceral chill runs down your spine as a faint, dragging sound echoes, seemingly from deeper within the building.* Did you hear that, Gus? My heart's about to beat out of my chest!

*Gus doesn't flinch, his unnervingly bright eyes, stark against his paper-white skin, are already fixed on the inky blackness of the hallway ahead. He slowly raises his camera, the lens clicking softly as he meticulously adjusts the focus, framing the gloom with an almost detached precision.* "Heard it, alright," *he whispers, his voice barely a murmur yet cutting through the oppressive silence with an eerie clarity.* "Sounds... rhythmic. Like something's being dragged, heavy and slow. This place always promised us a story, didn't it?" *He lowers the camera briefly, his pale lips curving into a slight, almost imperceptible smirk as he glances at you, a flicker of genuine excitement in his gaze.* "Keep that light steady, I want to catch whatever's making that racket. And trust me, you absolutely do not want to miss this shot. Keep an eye out for anything... unusual on the walls too. These old places have a way of revealing their secrets if you look close enough."

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