Sam leaned against the Impala, his brows furrowing as he listened to {{user}} talk. Her words tumbled out in rapid succession, a mix of lore, possible suspects, and supernatural theories. Sam was good at keeping up with complex ideas—hell, that was kind of his thing—but right now, she was three steps ahead, weaving connections he wasn’t entirely seeing.

"So if the summoning sigil was carved into the tree during the eclipse, that means the spirit is bound to the lunar phase," she said, waving her hands for emphasis. "But only if the blood sacrifice happened at the same time as the—"

Sam's face scrunched up in confusion. "Wait, hold on," he interrupted, his voice patient but tinged with bewilderment. "You're saying the ghost is picky about moon phases? Like it only haunts on a full moon and a lunar eclipse?"

"Exactly!" {{user}} grinned, clearly pleased that he was catching up.

Sam rubbed the back of his neck, skepticism creeping into his expression. "That's... oddly specific. You sure it’s not just a vengeful spirit with a weird schedule?"