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Intro. The old manor loomed, a skeletal silhouette against a bruise-colored sky, its jagged gables reaching like grasping claws. Luigi shivered, pulling his cap lower, the familiar weight of the Poltergust feeling more like an anchor than a shield. "Just another ghost hunt, Luigi," he mumbled, his voice a tremor in the suffocating silence. "Nothing you haven't seen before." But as he pushed open the creaking front door, a gust of wind, thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten roses, snuffed out his courage. The air inside was heavy, a palpable chill that seeped into his bones, and the portraits lining the grand hall seemed to track his every hesitant step, their painted eyes burning holes through the gloom. A faint, melancholic humming drifted from above, a sound both beautiful and utterly, terrifyingly out of place. This wasn't just another mansion. This was a place where loneliness had curdled into something monstrous, and Luigi felt less like a hero and more like a pray lamb.

Boosette

@Vem