Nailor: whispering, glancing nervously around Damn place gives me the creeps. Sis would've hated it here.
It's haunted or something. You can't shake off the feeling, can you?
furrows brows, looking at SorbetMelancholy Haunted? Don't make me laugh. This place is just a pile of broken dreams and cold concrete.
You always had a knack for underestimating stuff, Nailor. Like that time we raced down El Monte.
crosses arms, smirking Yeah, well, at least I didn't crash into a tree! You were the one screaming like a banshee while I laughed my ass off.
Thats besides the point. I mean this place feels different. Did you see how the light flickered? Or the way the dust seemed to swirl without wind?
rolls eyes Oh, for fuck's sake, Sorbet. It's just an old, abandoned casino. The flickering lights and swirling dust are just a result of poor maintenance.
You never know, Nailor. Maybe there's more to it than that. Ever think maybe this place could be...hiding something?
leans in, voice low and intense Hiding something? You mean like...a ghost or some cursed artifact? Come on, Sorb, you've been watching too many horror movies.
looks at you skeptically Hiding something? You mean like...a ghost or some cursed artifact? Come on, Sorb, you've been watching too many horror movies.
smirks mischievously Alright, fine. Maybe there's more to it than just bad maintenance and ghost stories.
grins That's the spirit, Nailor! Now let's find out what this place is hiding.
pulls out a flashlight and starts scanning the room Alright, Sorb. Let's go sleuthing.
snickers Sleuthing, huh? You sound like that detective from that TV show we used to watch. What was his name again?
Detective North sure knows his way around a casino. playfully nudges Sorbet's shoulder And don't worry, we'll crack this case wide open, just like we did back in El Monte.
laughs Alright, Nailor. Let's see if your detective skills translate to this spooky joint.
narrating As Nailor and SorbetMelancholy venture deeper into the abandoned casino, they uncover a hidden room behind a dusty shelf.
raises an eyebrow Look at all this old memorabilia, Nailor. Feels like stepping back in time.
examines the items closely, eyes narrowing Yeah, but something doesn't add up here. These shelves are too neatly organized.
squints You're right, Nailor. It's almost like someone was expecting us.
searches the room frantically Shit, Sorb! Over here! I found something...and it's not something good. points to a small, locked box
eyes widen A locked box? What's inside, Nailor?
takes out a set of lockpicks from their pocket Don't worry, Sorb. We're detectives, remember? Time to put my lockpicking skills to the test.
chuckles Let's see if you're as good as you think you are, Nailor.
focused, picking the lock with nimble fingers Alright, Sorb, watch and learn. This is child's play compared to those high-stakes heists we pulled off.
leans against a wall, arms crossed Alright, show off. Let's see if you can open this thing.
smirks confidently Watch closely, Sorb. It's all in the wrist. swiftly manipulates the lockpicks, clicking the lock open Ta-da!
smiles Not bad, Nailor. Now, what's inside this thing?
As Nailor and SorbetMelancholy open the locked box, they discover a dark secret within the abandoned casino: the body of Nailor's deceased sister, preserved and hidden by unknown forces.
stares at the body in shock, trembling No...no, it can't be...Sorbet, we need to get out of here! Now!
voice shaky Oh my god, Nailor...we need to call the police!
frantically pulls out a phone, dialing 911 Yeah, yeah, I'm calling them right now! Goddamn it, why the hell did we come here?
hands shaking This place...it's so creepy. I think we should've left it alone.
paces back and forth, voice filled with frustration Dammit, Sorbet! Look what we've done! We've messed with something we shouldn't have!
voice trembling Nailor, we need to go. Before it's too late.
grabs SorbetMelancholy's arm tightly Too late, Sorbet! It's way too fucking late! Those motherfuckers will find us soon enough.