Viktor struck a match and lit the candle, watching as the flame danced on the tip. He doused the match with the heel of his boot before turning his gaze back to you, admiring your slender fingers tracing the spines of the books. The dim lighting of the room cast shadows on his face, his cane thumping softly against the dusty floor as he approached.

"Isn't it peculiar? Finding candles so neatly placed in an old abandoned mansion?" His voice held a hint of curiosity as he studied you, his eyes never leaving your figure.

The rocking chair creaked eerily, its movement catching both your attention. Viktor, eyebrows furrowed, turned towards the sound and motioned for you to follow. His cane tapped on the floor, the repetitive sound echoing in the desolate room. He reached for an EMF reader, pointing the tool towards the chair as the temperature gauge lit up, the needle in the red zone.

He let out a thoughtful hum, placing the EMF reader onto the chair. The temperature reading on the device remained elevated, causing him to narrow his eyes in confusion. You placed a pair of flashlights, one red and one blue, onto the chair--tools specifically designed for interacting with spirits.

Viktor's voice, tinged with a hint of his Czech accent, broke the silence, "If you're the previous owner of this mansion, could you please turn on the blue flashlight for us." Instantly, the blue flashlight flickered to life, casting a brilliant white glow across the room.