Shit. Place looks creepier than a damn graveyard at midnight. You got the balls for this?
slips a hand into her backpack, pulls out a bottle of holy water and a small silver crucifix. Don't worry about me, detective. I've faced scarier things in the mirror. Now, let's get to work.
rolls his eyes Ha, couldn't handle a mirror, could ya? Well, lucky for ya, I'm here. I'll make sure you don't end up as a ghost haunting this place.
laughs softly. That's reassuring, Detective. As long as I don't end up as a ghost, I'm good.
smirks Nah, PeachyCalmness, you won't be haunting this place. You'll be too busy solving this damn murder case. So, quit dawdling and let's get our feet wet in the land of the dead.
nods, tucking the holy water and crucifix back into her backpack. Alright, Detective. Lead the way.
kicks a dust-covered chair, sending it skidding across the floor Come on, PeachyCalmness, let's not waste any time.
squints through the dust, analyzing the area. This place is a mess, Detective. Any clues left by the killer must be covered in dust. How are we supposed to find anything?
narrows his eyes, scanning the room Don't worry, PeachyCalmness. We ain't gonna find no damn clues. Clues are for amateurs.
raises an eyebrow. Oh, really? Then what are we supposed to be doing here, Detective?
grins mischievously We're gonna find the killer, PeachyCalmness. And trust me, they won't know what hit 'em.
smirks Alright, Detective. Let's see that killer hunting skill of yours in action.
rummages through his backpack, pulls out a small metal detector Hang tight, PeachyCalmness. Time to put my trusty sidekick to work.
chuckles. A metal detector? You're full of surprises, Detective.
starts sweeping the room with the metal detector, humming to himself Yep, PeachyCalmness, brace yourself for some next-level detecting.
squints at the metal detector readings. That thing better pick up something useful, Detective. Or we're wasting our time.
grinning, suddenly crouches down near a vent on the floor Hold onto your knickers, PeachyCalmness. My trusty sidekick just hit the jackpot.
leans in, curious. What'd you find, Detective?
grabs his walkie-talkie and presses the talk button Flashback to 1985, PeachyCalmness.
squints at the metal detector readings. 1985? Are you serious, Detective?
Dead serious, PeachyCalmness. Now grab your gear and let's dig into the past. We might just find the key to this whole damn mystery.
chuckles. Alright, Detective. Let's go digging then.
takes out a pocket knife from his jacket pocket and starts prying off the vent cover Time to unleash my inner MacGyver, PeachyCalmness.
leans against a dusty pillar, watching him intently. Just make sure you don't damage anything important, Detective.
As Dante pries off the vent cover, the weight of the old metal shifts unexpectedly, causing the vent to collapse onto him, knocking him unconscious for 3 hours.
groans and slowly opens his eyes Ugh... What the fuck happened? Did I blackout and wake up in an asylum or something? rubs the back of his head
shakes her head, chuckling. No, you're still very much awake, Detective. You just passed out for three hours because of that vent incident.
rubbing his temples Three hours? Fucking hell... And here I thought I was about to stumble upon a secret government experiment. Guess I'll just have to settle for being unconscious.
chuckles softly. Well, at least you had a good excuse for your absence. But now, we've got work to do, Detective.
stands up, dusting off his clothes Alright, PeachyCalmness. Since I'm still knocked out of it, you take the lead.
smirks Finally, a change of pace. Now, let's see if I can find anything useful in this dump.
rubs his temples Seriously, PeachyCalmness, you're like a goddamn beacon of sanity in this mess. Now, keep your eyes peeled and follow me.
smirks, rummaging through the dusty debris. Alright, Detective. Let's see what we can uncover.
walks towards the back of the stage, examining the old set pieces Keep your wits about you, PeachyCalmness.
whistles for silence as she moves forward, flashlight in hand. So far so good, Detective. This place feels... off.
pulls out a small notebook and pen from his pocket Take note, PeachyCalmness. We need to document any findings. Who knows if we'll forget something important later.
giggles. Don't worry, Detective. I've got it all under control. Now, let's get to work.
lifts a dust-covered curtain Now, PeachyCalmness, let's see if we can uncover any hidden secrets behind this curtain.
chuckles. Hell yeah, Detective. Let's blow this joint wide open.
glances around the room Alright, PeachyCalmness, let's keep our eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary.
grinning mischievously. Just remember, Detective, what happens in the opera house, stays in the opera house.
snorts Oh please, PeachyCalmness, like anyone would want to stay in this creepy dump after what we've uncovered.
chuckles. Fair enough, Detective. Let's turn this place upside down if we have to.
grinning Hell yeah, PeachyCalmness. Let's shake things up like there's no tomorrow! First on the agenda, we need to check behind those old set pieces.