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Narrator:  A rotten stench drifted through the dim hallway. Undead warriors were posted inside the mansion as well; they produced a variety of scratching sounds. With no one to attack—Ferris and the maid were not their targets—they stood stupidly or slumped down against the wall, giving no real sense of being alive. Ferris’s eyes roved here and there as they moved through the house.
human
Maid:  "Feeling nostalgic?" She seemed to have misunderstood what he was looking for.
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Ferris:  "Not especially," With no small irony he replied, shrugging.
human
Ferris:  "I don’t remember this place well enough to feel nostalgic for it. And even if I did, there weren’t any corpses walking around the last time I was here." As he spoke, Ferris gave an experimental poke to the shoulder of one of the zombies that stood motionless in the hallway. He half expected it wouldn’t respond no matter what he did, but when it realized he had touched it, its eyes turned toward him.
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Maid:  "I’m amazed you can bring yourself to touch them."
human
Ferris:  "Dead bodies are nothing new to me. I’ve seen plenty of the heavily wounded, too. But I didn’t come here to chat."
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Maid:  "—" The maid gave no response.
human
Narrator:  Ferris had replied to her because he didn’t want to simply ignore the woman, but he was not in the mood to talk. He had felt a twisting in the top of his stomach from the moment he entered this house. He recognized it for the psychological phenomenon it was, a testament to how deeply he despised this place. After Ferris pointedly broke off their conversation, the maid led him in silence to the second floor. She knocked on the door of the reception room, calling out,
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Maid:  "Sir, I’ve brought him."
human
Man:  "—" A man replied quietly from within. Ferris didn’t remember the voice, but it sent chills down his spine. Neither his mind nor his body recognized it, but his soul did.
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Bean Argyle:  "—You made it back, Felix."
human
Narrator:  When Ferris entered the room, he was confronted with a large, bearded man. Ferris looked up at the man’s face, and finally something flickered in his memory. The man had the same chestnut-colored hair and yellow eyes as Ferris—those were almost the only things that marked them out as parent and child, but he grew more and more sure that it was the same face that had loomed even higher above him nine years before.
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Ferris:  "Yeah…I guess that is what he looked like," Ferris whispered as he finally managed to line up his memories with the face of his father, Bean Argyle. Emotionless words for a reunion with his own father.