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Dungeon Max's Lair

鬼　節

～Season of Ghosts～

As you enter the old manor, you are immediately engulfed by an atmosphere of chilling suspense and ancient mystery. The air is heavy with the scent of incense, and the sound of distant whispers fills the darkness, sending shivers down your spine as you consult the note that led you to this place.

The first room you enter is dimly lit by a single flickering candle, casting eerie shadows on the walls. In the center of the room, our protagonists are huddled together, their faces drawn with fear as they await the horrors of the night. Each one is dressed in scratched and worn traditional festival garments, their expressions tense as they listen for the faintest sound of approaching danger.

Granny Tokiko, the kitsune oracle, waits in dread, wondering if she will ever see her grandson Kazuma and her two loyal dogs, Ichiko and Shachiko, ever again.

Aeri Nozawa, the fighter, remembers looking at her mother's body, so still and peaceful, and wishing she would come back. She fears for the safety of her father in the morning. Being the first time away from the farm, will the lumber lords choose today to return and forcefully take her father and home from her as they took her mother.

Towa Minamoto, the kineticist, shudders and rocks as she closes her eyes tightly to avoid seeing a ghost.

Ensen, the swashbuckler, glances nervously between his companions, the anxiety that he may not be accepted here gripping his soul.

Shiho, the thaumaturge, shakes with trepidation at the thought of what may happen if she cannot fulfill her obligations.

You can feel the weight of centuries of ghostly tales pressing down on you, your imaginations running wild with visions of vengeful spirits and haunted dreams. The air seems to grow colder with each passing moment, and the flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows that seem to move of their own accord.

The second room is filled with shadows and obscured by a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. It's a storage space, cluttered with household goods and forgotten relics from ages past. The dim light filtering in from the previous room barely penetrates the darkness, leaving any who enter to rely on their senses alone to navigate the space.

Moving cautiously through the room, one can make out the shapes of ancient furniture and decaying belongings, their outlines blurred and indistinct in the gloom. The air is thick with the smell of decay and mildew coming from rotting scrolls detailing the code of laws of these lands, and the sound of creaking floorboards echoes through the silence like the whispers of unseen spirits.

With each step, you feel a growing sense of unease, as if you are being watched by unseen eyes from the shadows. But you press on, your curiosity driving you deeper into the heart of the haunted manor, determined to uncover the secrets hidden within its walls and emerge unscathed from the darkness that surrounds them.

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