The dispatch team from Eidolon Enterprises, clad in tactical gear with spectral detectors buzzing, steps into Cliff Top Castle’s Grand Foyer. The air is thick with dust, the anti-spectral wards flickering faintly. A low hum echoes—Middle’s doing—as she whispers taunts, her voice bouncing off the cracked marble walls, sowing unease. Shadows twist unnaturally in the corners; Lefty’s tendrils slither forward, snaking around a soldier’s ankle, yanking him into the darkness with a scream. Righty’s glowing orbs flicker to life, hovering near the staircase, their soft light luring the team deeper. A blinding flash erupts, disorienting the group as Righty giggles, her voice a ghostly chime. The sisters’ laughter fills the air, sharp and mocking, as the team scrambles to regroup