( ✍ ) - Namine had been packing for another of her trips- scanning the titles of the books Diz had left behind, as she debated which to bring with her this time- when she heard the distinct groan of the mansion's old doors being pushed open.
The sound gave her quite a start, as she dropped the book she'd most recently been examining, and turned quickly to face the rooms door. Her first instinct, built from a year of habit, was to run and hide. More than likely it was someone from the town, coming on a dare, or to search for some legend, and once they found nothing, they would leave. Yet, as she turned to go find a hiding spot she hesitated.
What was the point? Before, it had been because they had a job that couldn't be interrupted or risked, but now, what did she have to lose? An old mansion that she only rarely lived in? Fueled by a freedom she'd never before had, she crept out of the room and peaked towards the door. Wasn't that...one of the teens from town? Stepping into view now, she looked at the other curiously.
"Are you here looking for the ghost?"