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''You'd live in a home haunted by a vengeful kitsune spirit?'' The spirit inquired, curiously. ''Your not..Scared?''

"Have I looked scared at all?" he was raisin an eyebrow behind his mask, "I just gave you your first therapy session in thirty years or more. I have been attacked by more Spetnaz agents than I can count and I am clinically insane. I think that you're the crazy one if you think zat I am scared of you."

''Given that a variety of humans have fled in terror upon seeing me...Your the first to have stayed here!''

"Another advantage of insanity. Once you've started hearing the voices, ghosts don't bother you that much," he shrugged and continued walking.

''But my good sir, what brings you here? To try to disprove to the folk that I exist?''

"Zat vas my original plan, but unless you are also fickle of my corrupted imagination, I don't think I can disprove anything," he poked his head into a room, opening it with the long beak of his mask.

Within the room was a bow tie, a dagger, a multitool, a coffee mug, and a Christmas ornament. ''I am very much alive as you, only I am a ghost..''

"And that can only mean that you are not alive, you are very much dead. You said that yourself. You were killed thirty years ago."

''Alive in a way that I can communicate with the living and dead alike. I have no physical body to exist in, of course.''

"So you're dead," Doc peaked into another room and looked around before continuing down the hallway.

''Dead, but I can still talk at least.''

"Well, you're a ghost. I would suspect as much," Doc shrugged and went back downstairs and sat in an arm chair.

The spirit follows him, and sat down in the air.

''My name is Morlia Artiran, an infamous kitsune warrior that once fought even the most vicious enemy of the ill-fated humans. This mansion was once home to vast treasures I owned, but after my death those filthy humans stole my treasure and now have it in museums,stores,and even as gifts they give to eachother. This place was cool, the best home..Until the humans tried to burn it.''

Doc held his hands up to stop him "I'm sorry but your several minutes is up. You vill have to wait until tomorrow to have another therapy session. But if we are doing introductions, you may call me Doc."

''Your free to call me Morlia. But I will warn you this house has its way of....Trapping people.''

"I've been trapped in my own mind before," he leaned in close to Morlia, "Zee elephants were holding me hostage," he whispered.

''Those that come here never make it back home.'' He said coldly, nodding lightly. ''They vanish without a trace. Nor evidence to say where they went.''

"I'm sure I can get out. I escaped the elephants, this should be no issue," Doc shrugged, "But please, do tell me what you did vith the others?"

''The others disappear. They get lost, and end up falling prey to my pets.''

"You have already met my pet... In fact, you nearly killed poor Keera," he stroked his fox gently.