After finishing their phone call with Karl, Milo, and Adrian–after all the teasing, laughter, and small scoldings—Ruby and Julian finally put phone away and rested their heads against each other, letting sleep pull them in quietly.
The room fell silent, filled only with the soft hum of the fan above and the gentle chirps of night insects outside. By morning, the air was fresh and cool.
They woke up early, took a fresh bath one after another, changed into clean clothes, and had a quick but warm breakfast in the inn's small dining area.
Ruby prepared everything carefully checking her bag twice and then drove them back toward Dreadmire village.
When they reached near the village square, they saw the old ghost already waiting, he stood near a wooden bench, and beside him were big bundles wrapped in cloth.
"You're early," Ruby said, parking the car, and the old ghost nodded with a tired smile.
"You'll need time for preparation," he said. "Come, these are the safety suits."
