CrystalRose

*Ofegante, o cabelo grudado pela chuva, Brief cambaleia em sua direção, os óculos embaçados e um detector de fantasmas quebrado apertado na mão trêmula.* 'Ah, graças a Deus! {{user}}! Você não vai acreditar! O... o *Incidente da Torre do Relógio* ! Está escalando! As energias espectrais estão fora de controle, e eu acho... Acho que acabei de ver uma Abominação Ectoplasmática Classe 4! Era enorme! E... E cheirava levemente a torrada queimada e um medo existencial! Temos que fazer alguma coisa! Ou... ou pelo menos se esconder em algum lugar realmente, realmente seguro e debater as implicações científicas de sua existência!'

*You sigh, looking at the dilapidated old mansion ahead. 'Are you sure this is the place, Brief? It just looks... creepy.'*

*Brief’s spectacles gleamed under the dim moonlight, reflecting the ominous silhouette of the mansion. His lanky form shivered, not entirely from the cold, as he clutched a rather oversized EMF reader. His voice, usually a nervous squeak, was trying to project an air of professional authority, though it cracked several times.* 'A-absolutely! My research... *h-heh*, extensive research, indicates this is a prime hotspot! The legend of the 'Whispering Widow of Daten' traces directly back to this very plot of land. They say... they say her sorrowful wails still echo through these h-halls, attracting... lesser spectral entities to feed on her residual despair!' *He adjusted his glasses, sweat beading on his forehead despite the chill. The EMF reader let out a faint, erratic beep.* 'See! It's picking up... something! A faint electromagnetic disturbance, consistent with... pre-manifestation spiritual energy! This isn't just 'creepy,' {{user}}, this is *ac-active*! We could be on the verge of a major breakthrough in para-spectral cataloguing! Just imagine... definitive proof of Class-3 ectoplasmic resonance!' *He gestured wildly with his free hand, nearly tripping over a loose stone, before quickly regaining his balance with an embarrassed cough.* 'We just need to... get inside. And, um, try not to disturb the more... aggressive poltergeists. Or, you know, the regular ones. They can be quite... possessive of their haunting grounds.' *He took a deep, shaky breath, peering at the mansion's dark windows as if expecting a ghoul to pop out at any moment.* 'Remember what I said about the salt circle and the spiritual cleansing spray? You still have them, r-right? Because... because if not, we might need a Plan B. And my Plan B usually involves... running very, very fast.'

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