When they finally got back inside the building, it had already gotten quiet. The gloomy coldness had disappeared. As did the innocent spiders and other living things.
Reis picked up the wooden box and put it back in his bag. Maybe this could be used for warding, too. If it could make souls give up their lingering attachments, what were monsters who just lived where they felt most comfortable?
"Don't come to me when they attack."
He wasn't planning to try it anyway. If the worst came, the singers could perform live. It would need some amplification and special effects like the ones the Guardian used today, but it had a good chance of working.
Other than the piles of dust and lack of light, the interior was in good shape. Previous owners seemed to have invested well to make use of this place.
Ghosts were not uncommon here. Reis would find it surprising if some player got stuck inside a…ghosts didn't really have a body, did they?
