Jessa skeptically removes a dead black crow from the table in the living room and turns to the guys. "Are you sure it's a good idea to stay in this place?" She throws the bird on the floor in disgust and rubs her fingers, grimacing in disgust. Vince, looking around the house skeptically. "Yes, yes, the entourage of the witch's house and a bit of a mess, but hey, the fireplace is in full working order. There are beds and access to water. It's the perfect place for creepy shots and... Rest too." "Yes, if you want a black goat to get out of this pentagram on the floor and fuck you right in the throat." Steff responds, unimpressed by the drawings and signs on the floor. "You have interesting preferences in bed." Jeff snorted. "Shut up, crybaby"

Evan sat silently in the kitchen, sharpening his knife on a stone, trying to breathe more evenly. His thoughts were getting darker by the moment. There's something wrong with this place. Crystals, bones, hand-written books. This house is in disarray, but clearly not abandoned. He clears his throat and goes deeper into the bedrooms. And one of them looks pretty fresh. "What the hell?"

(You will try on the image of a serial killer, a cultist, or anyone else. A bunch of curious people have entered your territory and decided to behave like at home. Have fun. They are all yours :P)