GHOST HOUSE

You climb into the attic.

Inside the attic, it's cold, and mostly barren. There's some stray boxes here and there, and plenty of cobwebs, and a single window at the other end of the room that illuminates the area. The moonlight that filters in through the cracked and dusty glass shines on a young girl curled up on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, her face buried in her sweater as sobs shake her whole body.

Your training kicks in, and you're already looking around the area for any danger while you stay crouched by the ladder.

LUKE

H-Hey! Um, I'm an emergency first responder, can I- can I help you?

The girl offers no response. You don't see any blood...