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	Aram's muscles were tense as the scene played out before him. [color=fff79a]This wasn't how this was supposed to go. The ghosts weren't supposed to be so intimidating.[/color], he thought, watching Vittorio closely, and with a slight twinge of horror.

	But we had someone who didn't care. Nasaraph would [i]willingly[/i] face this abomination. They were just about to go at it too, when two other people arrived. They ran, ignoring the group of Vigilantes as well as Vittorio, but before they could get very far, there were loud crashings and creakings; and the floor beneath them began to crumble. They both plummeted downwards, and as they did so Aram recognized one of them; Lady Liselotte. He couldn't quite tell who the other person had been, but Liselotte was seemingly one of the more standing-out first years from St. Laurel's, given her attire and royal mannerisms.

	Now this place was getting busy. There were crashes and sounds running all throughout the house. But the event before them held some significance they could actually see. There was a gaping whole in the floor, leading down to previous levels.

	
	It appeared that the ghostly abomination and Nasaraph were calling off their little confrontation...for now. The ghostly figure turned, floating over to the hole that had just been ripped through the floor, and peering down. Aram began to walk forward towards the hole, but remaining close to the wall and keeping his distance from Vittorio, while slightly beckoning the others to follow as well.

	Before he could reach it however, Vittorio began speaking to his self ,in what sounded to Aram, a crazed tone. One that was full of greed, and pain. [color=6ecff6]"Alto... ALTO..."[/color] he mumbled possessively. He jumped down the hole and began to fall.

	Aram quickly came over to the edge, looking down. [color=fff79a]Alto??[/color] he thought. [color=fff79a]This is getting serious.[/color]

	He turned to his comrades, not being one to rush blindly in to these kind of situations. [color=fff200]"What are we supposed to do?"[/color] he said to Brutus and Nasaraph.