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[Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer  
[color=a6fef2]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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The night before had been…strange. Pleasant to a point, but strange nonetheless. The Ghost Hunting felt off for him. As if he kept having to look over his shoulder, but that could easily be explained away as ghost hunting jitters. After all, he was collating with the self proclaimed world's greatest ghost hunter. That certainly didn’t help the case. From the get go he'd called Sam's evidence fake and continued to do so sparingly. Each comment, a knife between his ribs until he felt a pressure building up inside his chest that made it hard to breathe. But luckily he had managed to make it through the night without a singular panic attack during the hunt. Ralph was always good company, and Millicent was proving to be so just as well. He'd had half a mind to extend an invitation to them to make a video for his channel back home if not for…well Sam didn't want to think about that right now. 

When he'd finally retired to his room, entering the lovely teal aesthetic surrounded by the naval items to help tie it all together, he simply walked slowly towards his bed, slowly stripping down until all he had left was boxers, and fell face first into the sheets. Curling up to them as he dragged them from the corners of the bed and softly cried into his pillow until he'd fallen asleep. Nothing like a good deep sob and some booze to help someone pass out for the night. That is until that blood curdling scream ripped throughout the household by where he and the other guests were staying. Sam shot out of bed, eyes wide open as his feet hit the ground for a split moment before the sheets gave way and he slipped off and came clattering to the ground. His head dipped back as he softly groaned out a “fuck” before standing up.

All he had on was his pair of socks, one rolled half-way up his calf, the other bunched down around his ankle, and his boxers that hung low enough to show more of his Adonis Belt. He quickly got up from the floor (as quickly as a groggy person in panic could anyways) and beelined it to the door where upon opening it, he saw Millicent and Ralph standing atop the staircase looking down, a strange man who Sam hadn't seen before making their way over as they yelled for Felix. Sam inched forward, door left cracked open, as he decided to peer over their shoulders and take a look at what was happening below. His face was splotched red from bedmarks, dried tears lined his cheeks, and his hair had definitely seen better days. When he saw the body at the end of the stairs, he went cold. He turned around, running down the hallway screaming [color=a6fef2]”Shit! Tony! Tony! Is there a doctor in the house! Fuck!”[/color] On his way down the hall, he spotted the equally pretentious woman Tony had seemed to admire over dinner. [Color=a6fef2]”Hey, What room is Tony in? We need a doctor asap!”[/color]