gpt
Bean:  At last, the mismatched trio arrived at the innermost room on the third floor. Bean stood at the door. "Do you know where we are?”
human
Ferris:  Obviously, Ferris had no actual memory of the place, but this was the innermost room on the uppermost floor of a noble’s mansion. He had a pretty good idea. "The master bedroom?”
gpt
Bean:  “A precocious child. You happen to be correct.” Bean offered emotionless words of praise and then pushed open the door. An overwhelming stench of death rushed out. It was similar to the smell that pervaded the entire house, but here it was an order of magnitude worse. This was no fresh corpse. The source of the smell was just inside the room.
human
Bean:  “—My wife."
gpt
Bean:  “Do you understand, Felix?” Lying on the bed was the corpse of a woman, suffering still evident on her face. She had flaxen hair, and her face had been made up in death. For her grave clothes she wore a beautiful dress. She looked as if she had fallen asleep, never to wake. Bean had introduced her as his wife.