The familiar creak of the door opening causes a series of cries and whimpers as Crane enters the room. The large overhead light is turned on and Chance flinches slightly at the sudden brightness. With a sigh, Chance watches as Crane stands by the door, letting the test subjects get worked up.

"Not me. Not me. Not me."

"Let me out of here you son of a bitch!"

"Where's my brother?! Someone please...!"

"Don't pick me, pick her!"

"What?! Go to hell! I hope he picks you!"

"No more snakes."

"Just kill me already!"

"I don't want to die."

Chance watches as Crane casually walks along the line of cells. He pauses outside the cell near the middle of the row. The young girl inside, no older than fifteen begins whimpering in the corner of her cell. Crane beckons her to the door and she quickly shakes her head.

"Come now, don't you want to eat today?"

"I don't care!"

"Very well then, you will not recieve your meal today. We'll try again tomorrow...you have to eat eventually."

...

Chance purses her lips before turning to Crane a few feet away in the lab.

"Dr Crane? I've been thinking a lot and I have a question. I know it's none of my business, but...I had a weird dream last night and I can't shake this."

Crane doesn't look up from the table. "Go on."

Chance gulps. "I'm so sorry to ask but...how many people have you...killed?"

Crane looks up and faces Chance. He smirks. "Not as casualties of the toxin I assume." He pauses thoughtfully. "37."

Chance gets slightly wide eyed. "37?"

"13 men..." Crane takes a step towards Chance. "15 women..." Another step. "And 9 children." Crane stops in front of Chance.

He frowns and narrows his eyes as he stares her down. "I don't appreciate you questioning my actions."

Chance gulps. "I wasn't. I was just curious. You said I could ask you anything."

Crane looks towards the chair in the center of the room. "Have a seat."

Chance nods solemnly and walks over to the chair bolted to the ground. She climbs onto it and sits down. She watches Crane as he gathers a few items.

"Did I not warn you of the consequences?"

Chance looks down. "You did."

"Perhaps a day of silence will help you reflect on your actions."

Crane approaches with a needle and medical thread. Chance closes her eyes and mouth. After a few minutes of silence, she hesitantly opens her eyes and sees none other than Elena glaring at Crane. Elena walks over to the chair.

"Come on, I need to talk to you about something." She shoots Crane a look. "In private."

Chance pushes herself from the chair and suppresses a smile of relief. She grabs Elena's outstretched hand and the two teleport away.

...

Elena kicks a rock down a rural street as she walks while speaking to Chance.

"I haven't heard from Chris in a while."

Chance looks over at Elena. "So you suspect something."

Elena nods. "Before I met him, he went through a phase where his hobbies included killing himself on a regular basis. I'm not sure how many of us he's killed, and who knows when he'll start again."

"I'll be safe."

Elena stops walking and gets close to Chances face."Safe isn't going to cut it. If it comes down to me and him...I don't want to turn out like him."

"So, what's your plan?"

Elena snaps a metal bracelet around Chances left wrist and steps back. "If a being calls me with magic, I can hear. That bracelet allows the same. It's magic, so it doesn't come off. He won't be able to find you. It you ever need me, just call out. I'll come."

Chance raises an eyebrow. "What about Arkham? They confiscate this stuff, you know."

"Only we can see or sense it. It'll be okay."

There's a few moments of silence before Chance speaks up. "Why do I feel like there's something you're not saying?"

Elena sighs. "Dr Crane..."

Chance cuts her off in annoyance. "You know what? I'm not surprised. Everyone has something to say so of corse you do too..."

"I don't agree with your decisions..." Elena smiles warmly. "But if you're happy, who am I to judge? I have horrible taste in men. I may be many things, but I'm not a hypocrite."

Chance calms down. "Oh. Thanks."

"But if he does anything serious, I'm going to intervene."

Chance gives a small smile. "Thanks. So, now what?"

"We find ourselves."

...

"This house was built on ancient Indian burial ground. Then the land was torn up to make a mine. There was a tragic mine collapse, killing dozens of children thanks to the greed of my ancestors. A mental asylum was built after that. One patient, tired of the endless abuse, burned the hospital to the ground. In the fifties my family built this mansion."

Chance points to the door. "Okay, so we should..."

The woman cuts her off. "Only for them to be slaughtered by a serial killer two years later. Twenty years after that, my family began selling illegal drugs. A drug bust went south and shot my relatives to a bloody pulp. That's about it."

"So now we really need to..."

"Except for the cult."

"Oh come on!"

The woman continues nonetheless. "A cult founded by my father and elder brother whose main goal was appeasing whatever they believed in by sacrificing teenage virgins and bathing in their blood. After a few years, they began convincing the members to commit suicide after six days, six hours, and six minutes of joining."

"Now. No more interruptions. We need to go get the..."

"Then three months ago, my boyfriend began filming the rooms of the house with a camera he got from..."

Chance snaps. "SHUT UP! I don't care what the hell happened here! We need to go!"

"But there's something you should know about me..."

"You're dead."

The woman looks at her in confusion. "What?"

"You died after your douchebag boyfriend started ghost hunting."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"No, but you're starting to piss me off."

Elena appears beside Chance. "Sam is done. What about you?"

Chance sighs. "She has to have the single most evil family history I've ever heard. Can we skip ghost girl? I want to see someone more like me."