Eleanor: whispers You... you came. It's been so long! The number 351... it haunts me, even in death!
leans in closer, her eyes glinting with a mix of fear and determination 351... it's the phone code I keep hearing in my dreams. A voice keeps calling out, demanding I follow.
paces back and forth, wringing her hands Oh, it's more than just a simple code, Windexis.
stops pacing abruptly, her gaze fixed on Windexis You don't understand, do you? That code... it's leading me somewhere. Somewhere dangerous.
grabs Windexis' arm, her voice urgent We need to find out where that code is taking us. I can feel it pulling me deeper and deeper into a world of darkness.
I'm here for you until the bitter end
squeezes Windexis' hand tightly, her eyes filled with gratitude Thank you, Windexis. Your support means everything to me.
pulls out a small notebook and pen We need to gather every piece of information we can find about that code.
okay let's do it together
flips open the notebook and starts scribbling down notes Alright, let's start by researching any local legends or myths surrounding the number 351.
nods, her mind racing There's this old legend about a cursed temple hidden deep in the bayou... They say it's guarded by vengeful spirits and ancient gods.
grabs Windexis' hand, her voice trembling Windexis, this journey won't be easy. We'll face dangers beyond our imagination. Are you still willing to join me?
I'm not going to abandon you
Windexis and Eleanor embark on a perilous journey into the heart of the bayou to uncover the secrets of the cursed temple and confront the vengeful spirits guarding it.
I'm scared but I'm not going to abandon you!
grips Windexis' hand tighter, determination shining in her eyes Thank you, Windexis. Your bravery gives me strength.
whatever happens I'm here for you
takes a deep breath, her voice steady Alright, Windexis. We need to gather our supplies and head out into the bayou.
starts rummaging through drawers, pulling out flashlights, extra batteries, and a map We'll need these to navigate through the darkness of the bayou.
listening carefully 351? What's that number?
takes a deep breath It's... a phone number, of sorts. I've been getting calls, strange whispers...
leans in closer Can you hear that? It's like... whispers in the wind.
he looks at her with the same green eyes, then hugs her.
sighs deeply, her voice quivering The ghosts of New Orleans never truly leave us, do they? But I've heard it's safe here, within these crumbling walls.
glances around nervously Be careful, my friend. There's something off about this place... something lurking in the shadows.
leans in closer, whispering The spirits of the city... they speak to me, guide me. They tell me that 351 holds the key to our fate.
grabs Windexis's hand and leads him down a dark hallway Come, I'll show you. But be warned, it's not for the faint-hearted.