Loading User Commands:
[X] Slowly retreat back to the mansion.
[X] Use the sword.

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They are coming.

Vincent takes on a defensive stance as he looks into the darkness. From the sounds and the chill air, he is sure that the undead are approaching. However, the fog is too thick to make out their numbers.

[Something else...]

He isn't sure, but there is something else approaching him. This is something he doesn't recognize as undead. Pausing, he takes a glance at the way he came. He doesn't sense anything from that direction. Perhaps he should retreat back to the mansion. While the other three can easily take care of themselves, they might be in danger if they are caught off-guard. After all, even the half-ghost didn't sense this attack.

Very slowly, he takes a single step backward. Then, in the next moment, the air is filled with high-pitched shrieks. He barely has the chance to react as three ghouls rush forward from the mist.

[Not these... no, not these...]

Vincent swings his sword widely, slicing through rotting flesh and bone. He can feel their blood splatter against his face. The grotesque creatures pause for a moment, glaring at him with their glowing red eyes. Then, they break up into pieces as they collapse lifelessly on the ground. He takes a moment to look at them more closely. They look like the ghouls he faced the other day. Then, he hears more hurried footsteps approaching.

"Oh shit," he cries loudly.

[Fall back... this one is strong...]

Immediately, he starts running back toward the mansion. A few seconds later, he halts to cut down the faster ghouls. Then, he runs once more, only stopping to slash at a few ghouls every so often. He grins to himself as he remembers this tactic. By fighting a running battle, he only has to face two or three ghouls at one time, since they all run at different speeds. This way, he can reduce their numbers and avoid getting surrounded.

[Dangerous...]

Several minutes pass as the chase continues. He only hopes that he has enough stamina to reach the mansion. Then, as if to answer his worries, he spots something in the distance. A strange, purple light seems to call out to him from the right. Somehow, it feels familiar.

[ ] Approach the light.
[ ] Ignore the light.