Amy and Jim's party has just discovered a dead body in the basement of the mansion.
[NPC] Ryan:No wonder he didn't answer his phone.
[NPC] Marvin:Jim?! Is everything alright out there?!
Alex examines the body. The arteries around the neck are severed and the chest has been completely torn open. Risky might have had less than a minute before collapsing from blood loss, and in that time could have fended off his attacker. That would explain the condition of the room, but it doesn't explain the locked door. If Risky came in from that door to investigate, why would he lock himself inside?
[NPC] Blue Spirit:He's dead, Jim.
[NPC] Amy:omg... He is, isn't he?
[NPC] Blue Spirit:I'm afraid so, and based on the state of this room... whatever did this made sure of that. We're fortunate it was Risky and not some other poor soul.
[NPC] Amy:H-How come?
[NPC] Blue Spirit:Precisely...
...but uh... Risky and I aren't Reapers. We're hired hands. Ryan's the only Psychopomp here.
[NPC] Amy:That doesn't change how gruesome this is.
[NPC] Ryan:Some of this blood is still wet. The estimated time of death couldn't have been more than a few minutes ago. His body hasn't broken down either, so his spirit is probably still close by.
[NPC] Ryan:Oh, I didn't bring my scythe with me.
[NPC] Ryan:I don't like her. She's a pry and won't stop asking about our relationship like "what kind of kinks is he into?" and "how often do you have sex?"
I want a new scythe.
[NPC] Ryan:Wouldn't Risky be incorporeal though? He could report back to Ai or Grim and let them know something dangerous is down here.
[NPC] Jim:That's even worse!
[NPC] Jim:Trust me, I have enough experience to know that's not a line you ever want to cross.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:Uuuuughhh....
Risky's body shuffles slightly. He props himself up only to immediately feel dizzy and fall over again.
[NPC] Amy:Easy! You've lost a lot of blood, so don't try to stand up too quickly!
Risky has been brought back to life. Risky is now a Dhampir.
[NPC] Blue Spirit:This is Amy Blair. She and Marvin came with Mr. Fadbury to the park earlier. We all met them when we arrived at the mansion a couple of hours ago.
She sort of brought you back to life, I suppose.
[NPC] Amy:You lost a lot of blood. Your body can generate more, but it's at a slower pace than a human's. I had to turn you into a half-vampire to revive you. You're alive, but there are some drawbacks now.
[NPC] Jim:And now I have to figure out how to reverse the effects for the both of you.
[NPC] Amy:It's better than leaving him to die, Jim!
[NPC] Jim:He was already dead, Amy. Weren't you listening to what we were talking about?
[NPC] Amy:Y-Yeah! So what?! Even if it doesn't matter in the end, it doesn't feel right to just let him die!
UGH! Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who cares around here!...
Are you sure you're not using that as an excuse to justify drinking his blood?
[NPC] Amy:SH-SHUT UP!
I didn't JUST drink his blood! I gave him some of mine so he'd come back to life! His blood tasted bad anyway! It doesn't even smell good anymore either! The scent was thick with iron a moment ago, but now it just smells like gasoline!
[NPC] Amy:All I did was share some of my Dhampir blood with you.
[NPC] Amy:O-Oh... th-thanks, that's so... so nice of you...
...but I'm not really the "loyal minion" type of person...
[NPC] Amy:So you really don't have to do me... any...
[NPC] Amy:Aaaaaaand you're not listening.
[NPC] Jim:I tried to warn you.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:Hardly...
I went to investigate this room, and there was someone in here. After that, my memory is all foggy. Next thing I knew I couldn't see a thing, and something attacked me. I couldn't even use my wayback machine.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:Yes, thankfully. They probably thought it was an ordinary portable game system. They couldn't have known what it really was, so they'd have no reason to take it.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:I mean, there was someone in this room when I came in, so it's possible...
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:They uh... They had... pale skin... and red eyes...
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:I-It was a girl...
[NPC] Ryan:And now we know why your guard was down.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:Shut up!
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:I don't know... Her head was covered...
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:That- That won't be of much help...
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:She uh... She was getting out of the shower, so she only had a towel on.
[NPC] Ryan:Oooh, do tell.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:A-Anyway! Her head was wrapped in the towel, so that's why I don't know what color her hair was!
[NPC] Ryan:I can think of one good reason.
[NPC] Ryan:You remember the person that was in here coming out of the shower, don't you? How else would you know what she looked like?
Did they see you? Did they say anything?
[NPC] Ryan:Aw come on. You can tell me.
[NPC] Blue Spirit:Risky, did you find the door already open?
Alex is taking photos of the room.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:Barely, but if you're trying to separate what I broke and what my attacker broke, the Sword of Ages can't actually break anything. All it can do is make whatever it strikes older.
[NPC] Ryan:Some of the wood on this dresser is rotting away. That must be from Risky's sword. There's also mold growing under the carpet here. This entire room will need to be cleaned. Alex, you think your cousin can take care of this? She is a maid, isn't she?
[NPC] Amy:Are we any closer to figuring out who Risky's attacker is?
[NPC] Amy:Wh-what is it?
[NPC] Ryan:You sure? There's one other room they could be hiding in... One we haven't checked yet.
Ryan nods towards the bathroom door.
[NPC] Ryan:Anyone feel like doing the honors?
If it means protecting Amy and her friends, I'll investigate the bathroom.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit rolled 1 20-sided dice. Results: 15
[NPC] Amy:You sure you'll be okay?
[NPC] Amy:Do you mean the vampiric powers from when I revived you?
Besides some animal that's going through the waste bin, the room is completely empty. Risky's face turns the brightest color of red possible for someone of his undead nature. Ryan responds with a golf clap while everyone else is just silent. Amy is facepalming in embarrassment.
Alex takes a clump of hair from the shower drain and places it in a plastic bag.
[NPC] Blue Spirit:Job well done Risky, but that means the culprit is still in this room somewhere.
[NPC] Ryan:She's not under the bed. Could she be hiding in some of the furniture?
[NPC] Ryan:Risky has a point, Alex. She wasn't in the bathroom, but logically that's where she should have been.
[NPC] Blue Spirit:Perhaps she thought there were potentially more people guarding the basement, and killed Risky to buy herself time. But if she had the intention of fleeing, she wouldn't have had time to wash the blood off of her. She'd be skimping around the halls covered in blood. There may be a trail we can follow beyond this room.
I think I'll have the honors of opening this door. It should be safe.
[NPC] Blue Spirit rolled 1 20-sided dice. Results: 18
Alex casually unlocks the door and opens it.
The door leads to a hallway of similar-looking doors. The hallway has no bloodstains whatsoever. To their left is a dead end. To their right is an intersection, followed by another dead end
[NPC] Ryan:That must have been a quick shower.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:H-Hold on! Let's think about this before we split up the party! If all us undead group together, there won't be anyone to take the hits for the living party members!
[NPC] Ryan:I thought you contested being expendable.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:This is for a greater cause, Ryan! The safety of Amy and her friends is my top priority.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:Right!?!?! :D
[NPC] Amy:I think you should go with Alex.
[NPC] Marvin:We're fine Jim. Should we come out?
[NPC] Goldie:Goldie gonna stay insidez! Goldie wanna be Grampa's TRUMP CARD! >:3
Marvin leaves Jim's coat and joins the party.
Amy's illumination spell finally wears off. The party moves to the hallway as the room goes dark again.
[NPC] Amy:So how are we going to split up?
[NPC] Ryan:Our two smartest members should go into separate teams to give each team an edge. Same goes for fighters. You all can figure out the rest.
[NPC] Amy:Jim and Alex are both pretty smart, so they should be on different teams.
[NPC] Blue Spirit:Ryan has also fought restless spirits as part of her job.
[NPC] Ryan:I'm going with Alex. You can stay with Jim. Fight me.
[NPC] Marvin:I'm going with Alex.
[NPC] Amy:WH-WHAT?! MARVIN YOU CAN'T-
[NPC] Marvin:Don't worry, I won't accidentally blow anybody up if I'm with the undead party.
[NPC] Blue Spirit:No, that makes sense. If we divide the teams up this way it satisfies all our requirements, and there will be at least one undead party member on each team.
[NPC] Yellow Spirit:And us undead can take more life threatening risks for the team.
Oh, but don't worry about me. Just being of use to you is all I could ever ask for.