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The paranormal investigation team seemed reluctant to enter. "Nothing's been happening this morning," the lady of the house said encouragingly. "That's great," said the lead, "but ... we tend to exacerbate hauntings as soon as we enter. We're waiting on one more team member and then we can start." As if on cue, a station wagon pulled up and a young girl got out; she was all of 12 and wearing a pink BTS fangirl sweatshirt. "Hey, everyone!" she sang out, smiling. "Hey, Enna!" the team responded, visibly relieved. "Sorry for the delay, but my little brother was talking to something in the sewer this morning, and that was super interesting." She turned to the lady at the front door (who was staring, open-mouthed). "Hi, I'm Enna Komoyite. Thank you for having us; I know we can help." "Honey," the lady stammered, "do your parents know what you're doing today?" "Yes," Enna answered (amused). "I'm too young to drive, so my parents got me over here." The team snickered. "Don't worry about me," she continued. "I'm not new to this. I've been translating professionally since I was 9." "Translating?" the lady echoed. "I'm fluent in both shadow and darkness, with a better-than-average grasp of guttural." "Guttural?" the lady whispered, stepping back to let Enna and the others in. "Yes," the girl replied gently. "Hissing, growling, moans, and screams." Just then, it sounded as if someone was laughing on the landing. "Oooo, this is going to be fun," Enna said to the others excitedly.