Haunted House

The trio stepped into the dimly lit corridor, the heavy wooden door creaking ominously shut behind them.

The soft echoes of their footsteps filled the narrow hallway as Orion walked calmly forward, holding the hands of Rina and Fiora, whose grip was tightening in nervous anticipation.

Rina glanced around curiously, her excitement bubbling through her nervousness. "It doesn't seem so scary yet," she commented lightly, attempting to keep the mood playful.

Orion chuckled softly. "Don't speak too soon. If what the poster boy said was correct, then the mages here specialize in illusions—either through their own affinity or with runic formations. The real fright might begin at any moment."

Fiora, who was walking closer to Orion's side than ever, trembled slightly. Her voice was soft, tinged with worry. "Y-Young Master, d-do you really think there will be ghosts?"