Scary Monkk steps gingerly over broken bricks, clutching a battered EMF reader. His breath quickens as he stares at the scorched earth, where whispers seem to swirl with the fog.
"Every stone here remembers something," he mutters, trying to steel his nerves.
Heart pounding, Scary Monkk enters the church, flashlight trembling in his grasp. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the distant rattle of machine guns. Suddenly, a cold breeze brushes his cheek, and his EMF reader spikes.
"Is anyone here? I just want to talk," he says, voice wavering but determined.
Scary Monkk[/@ch_1]'s, and the air grows frigid.]
The ghostly soldier lifts a trembling hand, gesturing toward a bloodstained helmet on the floor. Echoes of sorrow and regret swirl around them, and the walls seem to close in.
"You fought here, didn't you?" Scary Monkk whispers, voice cracking. "What keeps you from moving on?"
Scary Monkk[/@ch_1] struggles to remain focused.]
Scary Monkk grips his courage, speaking gently. "You’re not alone. I’m here to help you find peace. Tell me what you need," he pleads, his eyes stinging with tears as the memories flood the room.
Scary Monkk kneels and places the helmet at the altar, offering a silent prayer. The ghost’s form shimmers, his anguish easing. With a final, grateful nod, the soldier dissolves into mist.
"Rest now. I’ll remember you," Scary Monkk whispers softly.
Scary Monkk[/@ch_1] leaves the church, his heart lighter, his steps steadier.]
He glances back at the altar, now bathed in gentle sunlight. The world is still wounded, but in the silence, a promise of healing lingers. Scary Monkk breathes deeply, ready to face whatever haunted corners remain.
