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[ There's a hand on his forehead, bluntly pressing him down before any blood spills. Still, he keeps counting. ]

The ghost haunting this inn.

You were scaring Allen yesterday.

[ Wouldn't appear to him at all. ]

Let him go.

[ He tries one last time, expression never changing, yet continuing to count the seconds even as he holds him down. ]

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