[center][h3]Fox[/h3]
[b]Location:[/b] RCPD, Dead Zone[/center]

Against his instincts, Fox left the others to nurse their wounds as he made a mad dash for the main hall. He knew that personnel should not be traveling alone, but not everybody moved as fast as he. Little more than an orange blur through the corridors, leaving bluish afterimages in his wake, he sped past any potential danger and ended up almost slamming through Ratchet. “Whoa!” Fortunately having reflexes as fast as his feet, he angled himself a few degrees to the side as he slid to a stop. He was talking before he came to a full halt, although he needed a second take to confirm that Blazermate was in fact riding on his shoulders somehow.

“Everyone's okay!” he declared, his voice jubilant. The papers flapped in his hands. “And I got the clues. Lucatiel just forgot, is all. C'mon, let's hurry back to the others! Might be able to catch 'em before they head out.” He fell silent as he looked over his shoulder, seeing no sign of anyone following him. “Although, you might want to head over to Luca and the others. Leon and that tattoo guy are with her. Up to you, but I've gotta disseminate this info.” After an affirming nod he sped off again.

A few moments later he reached the main hall. Pretty much everyone was there, except the masked kid, Louis, and one or two others. Even Kai had returned from her patrol, no wounds or anything. “Listen up, everyone!” he shouted excitedly. “Here's everything we need to know about the ghost. It's called a 'Preta'.” Clearing his throat, he started to read.

“Preta Insight. A Preta is a type of ghost widely known throughout Buddhism, Hinduism, and related religions,” he began, mispronouncing the unfamiliar words. “It is said to be a ghost that suffers wit heternal hunger and thirst. There is a belief that those who committed deadly sins, such as thievery, while living will be reborn as a Preta. Thai people also believe that harming your parents will result in direct rebirth as a Preta. The Preta is usually depicted as a tall creature, as tall as a palm tree, a hand as big as a fan-palm leaf, and a mouth as small as a pinhole. It will live its life suffering...uh, with all the sins it has done.”

Howard looked at Banjo, Kazooie, and Ms. Fortune for confirmation. The catgirl nodded, her expression unusually serious.

“Chapter 2. A Preta is a lost soul trapped in the eternal torture from its sin. The agonizing hunger and thirst cause it to mourn painfully and creepily all night long. A food offering is the only way to calm the wandering Preta. Set up an offering on the table with colorful tablecloth and one lit scented incense. One, put food on the tableware. Two, put a scented stick on one of the...tableware. And three, light the scented incense.”

Murmurs spread throughout the room. The situation was still bleak, but Fox's instructions seemed very definitive. If the ghost could be banished, the impassable darkness surrounding the station would surely fade. Things weren't exactly good out there, but with a serial killer on the loose in here, it suddenly seemed like a much better option.

"Nice going," Captain Howard congratulated him. "We'll be out of here in no time."

Of course, the Preta needed to be dealt with first. But who would bell the cat? Kai, having been observing everything going on, observed, “Funnily enough, it looks like we have all we need. Incense, tableware, and food.” She glanced at the cup noodles retrieved by Donnie earlier. “As long as it doesn't have much taste.”

Ghalt snickered. “Anything tastes good if you're hungry.”