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Loud creaking sounds are heard echoing throughout the mansion. The sounds are the only noise that can be heard in the mansion.

The wood board continued to creak as a man made his way upstairs. After reaching upstairs the man made his way through the corridor and made his way to the room that was present at the end of the corridor.

The man slowly opened the door and made his way into the room. The room exuded an oppressive aura, its dim lighting casting long, distorted shadows on decaying wallpaper. The air hung heavy with a stale, suffocating scent as if time had forgotten this forsaken space. Broken furniture lay scattered, each piece holding a silent tale of decay.

As the man entered the dimly lit room, a sudden gust of wind extinguished the flickering candlelight. The atmosphere turned icy, and an eerie silence enveloped the surroundings. Unseen creaks echoed through the space, causing the man's heartbeat to quicken. A distant, unsettling sound gradually grew louder, like a menacing whisper in the shadows. Just as anticipation peaked, growling can be heard coming from the closet which is present adjacent to the door.

The man slowly made his way towards the closet door. while holding a cross in his left hand and a lighter in his right hand and stood at the closet door.

The man slowly opened the old, creaking cupboard. The air grew thick with foreboding as he reached for the handle, the metal feeling colder than it should. The door groaned open, revealing an impenetrable darkness within. A chilling breeze swept through, extinguishing the lighter. The man squinted into the black void, uneasy, until a subtle, guttural growl emanated from the depths of the cupboard. Suddenly, unseen claws scratched against the wooden surface, and an otherworldly presence emerged.

In the dimly lit room, the exorcist confronted the ethereal presence, armed with ancient rites and unwavering faith. The air crackled with tension as he chanted incantations, holding a sacred relic. The ghost, tormented and restless, manifested in swirling shadows, resisting the exorcist's efforts.

The room echoed with disembodied wails as the exorcist pressed on, his words resonating against the supernatural force. The ghost, caught in a spectral struggle, flickered with anger and despair. The exorcist's determination clashed with the ghost's lingering pain, creating an eerie dance of energy in the haunted space. As the exorcist's rituals intensified, the ghost's presence gradually weakened, leaving a lingering sense of catharsis in the air.

After the exorcism, the room seemed to exhale a sigh of relief. The oppressive energy that once clung to the air dissipated, leaving behind a newfound calmness. Sunlight streamed through previously heavy curtains, casting warmth upon the purified space.

The exorcist, visibly drained but triumphant, stood in the room's centre. The silence that followed the spiritual battle was profound, broken only by the distant sounds of birds outside. The once-tormented spirit now rested, finding peace in the afterlife.

As the exorcist gathered his tools, a gentle breeze stirred, carrying away the remnants of the supernatural struggle. The room, once a battleground between the living and the departed, now held an air of serenity, signalling the end of a haunting chapter.

Before leaving the mansion the man got a phone from an unknown number. The man quickly picked up the call

Unknown number: Greetings Vince Lampert I hope that you are successful in your mission.

Vince: if you know me then you shouldn't ask such a question. Vince replied with pride in his voice.

Unknown number: yeah I always forget how great you are the voice replied with a sarcastic tone.

Lana, I know you didn't mean that Vince responded with a slight anger in his voice.

Now don't get so grumpy kid. I was just teasing you, anyway, I need you to come back to Vatican City, elders have an important mission for you.

I'm on my way Vince replied before disconnecting the call. Leaving the mansion.


The end of the prologue