conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  I got the old ledger from Lambert, picked up a notepad and pen, and went with Claire to Warehouse 1. It was a massive building located outside of the Academy, and it was packed full of a wide variety of supplies, everything from spare desks to things I couldn’t even identify. We collected a key from the staff room and went to the front of the warehouse.
conversations.prefix: Narration:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “By the way, did you hear, Miss Claire?”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Hear what?” Claire asked while opening the padlock.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “They say that in this warehouse…there are sightings.”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “You’re teasing me with that again? There’s no such thing as ghosts!”
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  “No, it’s true. The ghost of a schoolgirl who got locked in the warehouse during a horrible cold snap and froze to death inside—”
conversations.prefix: Rae:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “I-I don’t want to hear it! Just get in!” Claire interrupted me by dashing into the building.
conversations.prefix: Claire:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  An A+ response! Our instructions were to catalogue everything within, but the warehouse was so packed that—despite Claire’s protest—it would have been impossible for one person to tackle alone. Even with the two of us working together, we were going to be stuck here a while.
conversations.prefix: Narration:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value:  “Still, we have to get it done.”
conversations.prefix: Claire: