"The temperature in here is at least ten degrees lower than outside."
Klein tightened his windbreaker around himself and commented through chattering teeth.
Of course, part of it was because of the blood loss just now. I heard that people feel cold after losing blood, and it was already colder here than outside. It made him feel as though he were in winter...
Klein silently added in his heart.
He could not appear too weak, or the captain might very well send him back to rest and have Old Neil resolve the curse ritual instead.
As if he had not heard Klein's complaint, Dunn slowly walked at the front of the group. His eyes were half-closed as he entered a meditative state. His gaze swept ahead, and the translucent phantoms drifting through the corridor, their forms and faces indistinct, gradually calmed beneath his stare. Then they faded away and did not reappear.
"This can only soothe them temporarily. We need to set up the ritual as quickly as possible and completely resolve the 'abnormality' in this house."
Leonard followed behind Klein and spoke softly.
He held up the oil lamp brought down from the carriage, its weak light illuminating the path ahead for Klein.
The two Sleepless in the group could navigate and distinguish objects by moonlight alone. This lamp had been prepared solely for Klein, the Seer.
The three of them crossed the corridor beside the living room and approached the center of the cold and surrounding phantoms: the house's dining room.
Without pausing in the slightest, Dunn pushed open the door and walked in. Klein glanced toward the other end of the corridor before following him inside.
That was the living room Angel was guarding alone. To let Klein use the light to find his way and use