The first spirit is a woman's average height, holding a hand over its mouth as it reaches with it's right hand.
He's staring at a strange machine - a sort of containment unit that fills the entire room he's in. Inside it, all he can see is a little flame. At least, until the warning sirens begin to blare in his ears.
The flame is beginning to swirl within the containment unit, the glass beginning to crack from the strain. Yet all he can do is stare at it, terrified and unable to move as the blast sends him reeling.
"Yes... Yes! We've done it!"
He will have the sinking suspicion the spirit regrets not having shot a coworker a few hours ago...
Re: Spirit Victims
He's staring at a strange machine - a sort of containment unit that fills the entire room he's in. Inside it, all he can see is a little flame. At least, until the warning sirens begin to blare in his ears.
The flame is beginning to swirl within the containment unit, the glass beginning to crack from the strain. Yet all he can do is stare at it, terrified and unable to move as the blast sends him reeling.
"Yes... Yes! We've done it!"
He will have the sinking suspicion the spirit regrets not having shot a coworker a few hours ago...