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"I thought you'd be investigating the place. Why are you sitting on the broken bed?" Thomas asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and a hint of impatience. The lantern's glow flickered slightly as if reflecting his mood.
Ludwig leaned back against the crumbling headboard, his skeletal fingers resting on the cracked wood. "Before I do that, I need to first understand what happened here," he replied, his tone calm but firm. The dim light of the room cast long shadows across his face, emphasizing the hollow sockets of his eyes.
"Isn't it better to do that while you're looking around? I don't think staying here will help you much," Thomas countered, his voice echoing softly in Ludwig's head.