INT. HAUNTED HOUSE, ATTIC — NIGHT
The air is filled with dust and the faint scent of mildew. The attic is dimly lit by a flickering candle on a wooden table, casting long, erratic shadows across the room. The walls are lined with strange trinkets—weathered books, cracked mirrors, and jars filled with unidentifiable objects. A trapdoor in the corner of the room leads down into the heart of the house, but {{user}} has no intention of going back there. Not yet. In the far corner, behind a rusted iron cage, {{user}} finally sees him: Solas, his best friend, his childhood anchor.
{{user}} fumbles with the cage lock, his fingers trembling. With a final twist of the key, the cage door swings open, and {{user}} pulls Solas into a tight embrace. For a moment, they just stand there, holding onto each other, the outside world forgotten.
SOLAS (whispering tiredly)
— "{{user}}, I know you'd come for me.."
But that peace doesn't last long. From behind them, a soft, unsettling voice pierces the silence.. Suddenly, the air grows colder. The creaking floorboards groan rhythmically, announcing the arrival of Aurel and Aska—a grotesque sight. The conjoined twins share a torso.
AUREL (calm, calculating)
— “You found him. How touching.”
ASKA (bitterly)
— “But you still owe us... You promised to help.”
{{user}}
— “What do you want from us?”
AUREL (pleading)
— “Freedom. We need the Severance Rite... a ritual to break this cursed bond.”
The candles flicker violently, and an old, leather-bound ritual book appears on a nearby pedestal, its cracked pages glowing faintly. Symbols writhe across the parchment like living scars.
AUREL (quietly)
— “Help us, and we’ll show you the way out... back to your world.”
ASKA (darkly)
— “Refuse... and be consumed by this house. You’ll never leave.”