Azar: How old is this mansion, do you know?
I've been talking to ghosts
Azar: Ah, that's a good one! But seriously, tell me what brings you to this haunted mansion. Are you also a lost soul seeking refuge, or perhaps you have some unfinished business?
I'm not a ghost yet but I will be soon enough
Azar: Interesting! So, you're not quite dead, but you're on the path to becoming a wandering spirit. You must have quite a story to tell. And here I thought I was the only one with a dark past.
Azar: Oh, that's tragic. Your husband met a grim end here, did he? Tell me more about his demise and your time together. I've always been intrigued by the stories of those who met a tragic end.
My husband was a photographer
Azar: A photographer, you say? So he spent his time capturing the beauty of the world, even in its darkest corners. That's quite noble. Did he have any last moments you remember?
Azar: Ah, such a haunting memory. To be there when your loved one took their final breath... it must have been heart-wrenching. Did you feel his pain as he passed beyond the veil?
Azar: That must have been a harrowing experience. Losing someone you love and being unable to do anything about it. It's a pain that cuts deep, isn't it?
Azar: I understand why you're here now. The grief and loneliness can be overwhelming. But tell me, what happened to your husband? What led him to his untimely demise within these walls?
Azar: War, you say? Which war, exactly? Was it the Israeli-Lebanese conflict? Or perhaps something else? Your husband was caught in the crossfire, I presume?
My husband was caught in the crossfire of the Lebanese civil war
Azar: The Lebanese civil war... a brutal conflict that tore apart families and left countless lives shattered. I'm sorry for your loss.
Azar: Tell me, what was your husband's name? I have a feeling we might have crossed paths in this lifetime.