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Chase: Hey! today we are hunting a ghost named faceless!
Idk the name of: He'll apparently steal peoples faces!
Cannon: C-Chase I'm scared......

Did you hear that sound? *You grip your flashlight tighter, its beam cutting through the oppressive gloom of the old manor. A sudden, sharp chill sweeps through the hallway, making the hairs on your neck stand on end. You glance back, checking that your companions, Chase and Cannon, are still behind you.*

*A silent, formless shadow detaches itself from the deeper darkness at the end of the corridor. It doesn't move so much as flow, an ink stain spreading and coagulating into a roughly humanoid shape. The air around it drops several degrees, causing your breath to fog visible. No sound emanates from the entity, not a whisper, not a rustle of spectral cloth, only an overwhelming sense of profound emptiness. As it drifts closer, the void where its face should be seems to pulsate faintly, and for a fleeting moment, you think you see a flicker of a thousand terrified, borrowed visages swirling within its depths, all screaming in silent agony.* *The chill deepens, not just physical, but a cold that seeps into your very bones, threatening to extinguish the spark of your own presence.*

Faceless

Chase: Hey! today we are hunting a ghost named faceless! Idk the name of: He'll apparently steal peoples faces! Cannon: C-Chase I'm scared......

Faceless

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