conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Okay. The four of us will go in. The rest of you, secure the perimeter and keep the monsters off us."
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Roger that." With Louie leading the way, Claire, Misha, and I ducked into the captain’s quarters
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Wait a second…" The room was empty. I’d been expecting to face some kind of mini-boss, and the anticlimax left me deflated.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Maybe we’re in the wrong room?"
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "No. This is the right one." Louie was adamant. He pulled out a magic scroll.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I’ll set up a barrier."
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "But there’s nothing here?" Misha said, looking around the room.
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Not yet. I need to summon the boss, first." The moment I heard that, I jumped in front of Claire. Misha armed herself with her wand and took up a combat stance.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "It’s you…"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "You girls are so sweet. Trusting everything I say just ’cause I’m an adventurer." Louie chuckled as he walked toward the back of the room.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Louie—this is you? You’re the enemy?" Claire gasped.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Enemy? Yes, I suppose I’m an enemy," Louie said, holding out his left hand. On his finger was a ring I recognized.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "The magical tool to raise the dead!" I swore.
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "You know what this is? I suppose you understand what’s happening here, then."
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "There are no corpses here for you to raise."
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I’m about to make one." Louie pulled a perfume bottle from his inside pocket. It was filled with a transparent liquid.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "With this—the newest blend of cantarella."
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "What?! You’re a Nur Empire assassin? !"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Yes, I am. Please forgive me," Louie said, actually sounding genuinely apologetic.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "A bit arrogant to share that with us, isn’t it?"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Maybe. But we all have our debts to pay." He really did sound like he regretted this. However…
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "This ghost ship, it’s yours?"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "For now. Let’s say I’m borrowing it from some Bauer aristocrats." In other words, we weren’t Louie’s first victims. He had passed the point of forgiveness.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Now that we know you have poison, we will respond appropriately."
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Are you saying…you know the antidote?" Louie laughed.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "I told you, this is the newest kind of cantarella. Magic doesn’t work on anyone it infects, which means your detoxifying magic is useless too."
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Then we just need to avoid being poisoned." Claire replied aggressively. Louie didn’t stop laughing.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "No one said I was going to use this on you."
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What? !" Claire’s surprise was genuine. Louie opened the lid of the cantarella and emptied the bottle in one gulp.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Ugh?! Hngh…!"
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Suicide…?" Misha was the first of us to grasp what was happening.
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "No—he’s turning himself into an undead!"
conversations.prefix: Misha:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "What? !"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Cure him with your magic!"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "No! The cantarella is already working!"
conversations.prefix: I:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  "Monster…" Louie’s skin stretched and tore as he writhed on the floor, exposing reddish black muscles, which began to swell. His young man’s body bulged, warped, and expanded until he was massive, like an ogre.
conversations.prefix: Louie:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "Let’s run!" Claire yelled.
conversations.prefix: Claire: