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“Can you give me a second? I need to call someone.” You know this is Esperanza’s doing, and you must contact her.
“We waited for a while, what’s another couple long minutes more?” Grace waves her arms around impatiently. That had some sarcasm dripped on. “But why now?”
“Is the orphanage haunted…?” Mirjam doesn’t want to sound like she’s afraid, but she’s failing. “It smells like it is.”
“Now that you mention it...!” Grace agrees that there are supernatural elements involved.
“Yeah, kinda.” You know there’s a stinky presence, at least. Both Tomatoes aren’t thrilled.
“How are you planning on contacting her?” Jesse is curious if it has something to do with your own powers.
“Let me show you…” You clear your throat, facing the opposite direction to the orphanage. “<span class="mu-s">ESPERANZA!!!</span>”
“…” Jesse feels like he went to a circus, and didn’t realize he’s wearing clown makeup.
“Oh wow. Phil can really scream!” Grace is fascinated by your capabilities. That’s your athletics, baby. “That reminds me, Mirjam, is your throat as sore as mine?” Pigtails grabs her own neck.
“<span class="mu-i">Please, don’t respond.</span>” Jesse *really* wants to leave that question unanswered.
Magically, a piece of paper with a similar green aura is carried by a sudden breeze. Jesse catches it. He looks unamused after reading it and hands it over:
<span class="mu-i">—Robert Auburn is inside. To keep my promise, I created a barrier around the building to block everyone from exiting. Left some snacks too. You’re welcome.—</span>
<span class="mu-i">Esperanza.</span>
“This ain’t good.” You feel like calling Esperanza again won’t do a thing, she’s clearly not around. At least she did her part, right?
“I regret not joining the Assembly.” A pissed-off Jesse has one joke in him.
“Oh no, it’s <span class="mu-i">rrrreally</span> haunted…” Mirjam knows it’s terror time again…
“It’s the middle of the day. How bad can it be?” Grace is only spooked by things out of this Earth, not within. Except for serial killers. Those can be anywhere! “It’s not like there’s a serial killer inside…” See? You get her.
“I’ll keep you safe anyhow.” You get closer to the house and knock on the door… Your hand bouncing on the energy creates a ripple effect, but nothing more. “Anyone home?”
You hear someone running like their lives depend on it towards the door.
“<span class="mu-s">DON’T MOVE!</span>” It’s the voice of a teenager. “Listen to me closely! You need to help us out! Don’t do anything else but follow my instructions: There’s a key under the pot of one of the flowers nearby. We need you to open the door and <span class="mu-i">leave it open, okay…?</span> JUST FOR THE LOVE OF ANGRA! <span class="mu-s">DON’T CLOSE THE DOOR!</span>”
