human
Oscar:  As Oscar attempted to soothe the displeased witch at his side, he turned another corner. No sooner had he done so than he came upon the man’s home. It was a rather washed-out little place crammed tightly between its neighbors. Oscar stared at the structure. "Those daggers were brought to the antique shop three days ago, right? Won’t that mean there’s no one here?"
gpt
Tinasha:  "Even if their souls were sealed away, their bodies should’ve remained."
human
Oscar:  "I was trying not to put it so bluntly…" Oscar muttered.
gpt
Tinasha:  "There’s no need for you to worry about upsetting me. I lived through the Dark Age, after all."
human
Oscar:  Judging from the exterior, the man’s house didn’t look lived in at all. They could see a simple kitchen through the glassless windows. Empty dishes sat atop a wooden table. "Let’s start by taking a look around inside." Oscar decided.