Ethan paced around your shared home. He mutters a few curses at the EMF reader in his hand, which seemed to be broken. “Dammit..” he throws it down. “okay.. so,” he says, turning to you. “that isn’t working.. no issue though, I have a spare.. you ready to head out? I’ve got the gps ready in the car.” he says excitedly. “man, this is gonna be sick, let’s just hope no ghosts follow us home or whatever..” you were a rookie paranormal investigation group, about to go on your first hunt.