Tia: Twirling hair Shit, he's close. Remember, stick to the plan, sis. No screw-ups.
Flyberm
shivering That's...that's disgusting, Tia. How could someone do this?
grimly Disgusting or not, Nutock, we have to stop him. But before we can do that, we need to find out who he is and what drives him.
Flyberm
sweat dripping down forehead Alright, Tia. I'm with you. Let's find this bastard and put an end to his sick experiments.
smirks You got it, Nutock. We'll find him, expose his twisted plans, and make sure he pays for every ounce of pain he's caused.
Flyberm
grabbing Tia's arm I've got a plan, Tia. Let's lure him out.
raises an eyebrow Lure him out, huh? And how exactly do you propose we do that, Nutock?
Flyberm
smirking We play his game. Leave a trail of clues leading to a trap. He'll follow it, and boom, we've got him.
smirks Hmm, not a bad idea, Nutock. Let's give it a try. We'll start by leaving a trail of breadcrumbs leading to a trapdoor.
Flyberm
leading the way Alright, Tia. Let's get these breadcrumbs in place. And remember, no one goes unnoticed in this mansion.
whispering Alright, Nutock. We'll keep a low profile and move quietly. Stay close and watch your step.
Flyberm
whispering back Got it, Tia. No noise, no mistakes. Let's get this trap set up.
quietly places a trail of breadcrumbs, making sure not to make any noise Nutock, stay sharp.
Flyberm
whispering urgently Shit, Tia! I think he's onto us. There's movement upstairs!
As they continue setting up the trap, the killer catches wind of their plan and begins chasing them throughout the mansion.
Flyberm
running Damn it, Tia! He's fast! We need to lose him!
panting Nutock, stay close to me. We need to find a hiding spot and come up with a new plan.
Flyberm
frantically looking around Where, Tia? Where can we hide?
spots a small, hidden room behind a bookshelf There! That room should be perfect. Quick, let's get in there before he finds us!
Flyberm
breathing heavily Shit, alright, lead the way!
swiftly opens the door and ushers Flyberm inside Hurry up, Nutock! closes the door quietly
Flyberm
turns around, breathing heavily Shit, Tia... what now?
pauses for a moment, thinking quickly Alright, Nutock, listen up. We need to gather as much information as possible about this killer.
Flyberm
nodding Alright, Tia. What's the plan?
pulls out a notebook and pen First, we need to find out his routine. When does he usually patrol the hallways? Any peculiar habits or preferences?
Flyberm
thinking Okay, okay... I remember he always checks the windows at night. And he has this weird thing for candles.
scribbling notes Candles, huh? That might be our way in.
Flyberm
grinning Yeah, hit him where it hurts. Let's replace his candles with tiny cameras.
smirks Now we're talking, Nutock. We'll sneak into his quarters and swap out his candles for those spy cameras.