Story/Photo Studio Mystery/E1-1 (Part1)/Script

[???] I am always, always studying her. When she sits at her desk, showing nothing but her back...

Drawing strange lines, stroke by stroke with a quill made from goose feather.

...If I were capable of discerning beauty, I would definitely shower her with praise.

—When a comrade-in-arms who was just chatting with you casually a few seconds ago dies in a horrific manner...

The intense trauma could very well overwhelm you and make you snap.

Lee Enfield stares at PK, sprawled on the ground. Other than fury, she is also experiencing some other emotion - something she can't quite put a finger on.

The realization surprises her.

...She looks divine.

Lee Enfield cannot suppress the thought.

Tokarev: This...is horrible...

Lee Enfield: ...

Type 56-1: Who was it?! Who the hell did this?!

Come out and fight us fair and square!

Gr G36c: The ghost of a bride...

This is the curse...that MDR was talking about.

Tokarev: Snap out of it! There's no such thing as ghosts in the world!

STEN MkII: Then explain what's going on!

Lee Enfield: ...

No...

Ghosts do exist.

The "Ghost" known as the "Culprit".

Tokarev: What...

Gr G36c: ...We're all going to die.

Lee Enfield: No.

...

We haven't finished smoking our three pipes yet.

[Lee Enfield, Gr G36c, MDR and Type 56-1 make their way through the woods.]

Lee Enfield: We're close to the target. Halt.

Gr G36c: Target in sight. Everything seems to be in order.

Lee Enfield: Nothing seems out of the ordinary with the terrain either.

56-1, you were drafted into the team to fill an opening. Have you studied the mission files beforehand?

Type 56-1: That's the team leader's job, right? All I have to do is follow orders.

...By the way, I'm hungry.

Lee Enfield: Right, I see.

But just to be safe, give us a short briefing, MDR.

MDR: Okie-doke!

I'm warning you though - don't take this mission lightly. Our client means business.

Type 56-1: So what exactly do they want us to do?

MDR: All in good time. Simply put...

The Commander has received a case from the residents in the neighborhood. They say that some kind of disturbing noise can be heard from that abandoned mansion over there from time to time.

According to urban legends, it's the helpless ghost of a bride who had her hopes dashed.

I volunteered for the job the moment I learned about it.

This is soooooooo interesting!

Gr G36c: Ghost? Like, an actual spirit?

Type 56-1: ...

Isn't that a load of bullcrap? I can't believe the Commander even accepted such an assignment.

I know the Commander is nice and eager to help, but there should be a limit, right?

At this rate, if someone reported an alien invasion, we'd have to mobilise and sort it out ourselves.

MDR: Like I said, all in good time.

I knew you weren't gonna take it well, which is why I emphasized again and again to treat this seriously.

Don't underestimate my resourcefulness as a popular anonymous forum user when it comes to collecting intel.

At first, the Commander didn't think much of it either. After all, it sounded exactly like a prank.

But the Commander still sent me to assess the situation just in case.

Type 56-1: And?

MDR: I was in for a surprise.

Something IS wrong about this place. At the very least, the neighbors' claims about the mysterious noises are true.

I say it's worth sending in a team to investigate.

Gr G36c: You're sure you're not doing this just for kicks?

Lee Enfield: Well, you all know what happened afterwards.

Which is why we're here now.

Type 56-1: So our job is to find the source of those noises, right?

Lee Enfield: Yes.

I know it doesn't sound like much of a challenge, but it doesn't hurt to remain vigilant.

MDR: Aren't you confident?

Lee Enfield: Humph...

Does wine have tannins?