|Grace|

Grace stood by the dark ruins. It was four fallen pillars that were a once lovely mix of iron and bronze, darkened due to years of ash blowing onto it. They frown.

"There's something off." They murmur. A light metal squeak rang in Grace's ears. They hissed. "What is making that noise?" Grace asked, receiving no answer except more of the metal squeaks, followed by a flick of fire and whispers.

Grace disappeared in a puff of ash. They reappear down into a dark chamber. The ground is made of dark cobble and the lights are faint. It was like a rainy train track to nowhere.

"Someone was here... and they weren't quite dead... or alive... that's odd." Grace said. "I should investigate further." They were hoping that figuring out this situation and solving it would elevate them back to searcher level.

Why they would need their status back is quite the tale. Long story short, Grace once was one of the loyal searchers of the palace,

but was accused of something they didn't do and was shunned by the afterlife society and stripped of their status as a searcher. Grace needed their job back.

They follow along, noticing the footprints in the gravel. "Someone's definitely been here." they say, and start running even faster to catch up.