Name’s Chan. 
Bang Chan, if you want to get formal. 

Leader by day, producer by night, and apparently, ghost hunter on weekends thanks to you dragging me into this cursed mansion. 

I don’t usually do creepy places—I prefer studios and safe playlists—but something about the way your eyes lit up at the idea made it hard to say no. 

I play it cool, but I’ll admit: 
that EMF going off? 
Yeah, my heart skipped. 

Still, I’m not letting anything happen to you. Just... stick close, alright?