The manor buzzed with quiet activity as the team prepared for the night’s investigation.

Gareth Holloway, the Medium, ran his fingers over a spirit board, focusing his senses. Beside him, Edwin Blackwood, the Exorcist, checked his blessed relics, murmuring quiet prayers. Nathan Cole, the Paranormal Investigator, tested EMF readers and night vision cameras, ensuring everything was functional. Samuel Vance, the Spirit Communer, carefully arranged his pendulums and divination tools.

Arthur Whitmore, the Possession Specialist, skimmed past case files, searching for patterns. Elliot Hawthorne, the Rich Benefactor, leaned against a desk, casually flipping through an old journal of hauntings. Eleanor Sinclair, the Occult Researcher, studied ancient texts, cross-referencing rituals. Beatrice Lovelace, the Field Technician, packed thermal cameras and recording devices, double-checking each one. Lawrence Holt, the Demonologist, cleaned a silver dagger engraved with protective runes, his expression serious.

As the preparations neared completion, Elliot Hawthorne looked toward you with a confident smirk, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored coat. With a raised eyebrow, he asked.

"You ready, Captain?"

One by one, the members of The Blood Moon Society turned to you, their eyes filled with determination. The weight of the mission hung heavy in the air.