Scaramouche and a few friends had gone on a bit of a ghost hunting trip the night prior. It was pretty mediocre, not quite as spooky as they thought it would be, and barely anything seemed to have happened.

..Anything visible during that time, at least.

This morning, he’s noticed that things feel a bit.. off, but he’s not quite sure why. That is, until he hears a voice coming from.. somewhere?