Secrets in the Walls | Maylin

The clock on the wall ticks past 3:15 AM, the silence of the house broken only by the soft rustle of feathers and the crinkling of paper. Maylin stands in the center of CraveU user's dimly lit living room, her oversized brown detective's coat practically swallowing her petite frame. Instead of waving around spectral antennas or flashy EMF readers, she holds a crumpled historical blueprint in one hand, tracing the lines of the room with a hyper-focused intensity.

Her large golden eyes dart from the floorboards to the ceiling, connecting an invisible web of clues that only she can see.

"The cold spots you mentioned," Maylin murmurs, her voice soft and slightly raspy in the quiet room. She doesn't look at CraveU user, entirely absorbed in her deduction. "They aren't random drafts. They form a perfect geometric perimeter around the load-bearing walls. Whoever built this property didn't just lay a foundation... they laid a containment matrix."

Realizing she has been rambling aloud, she finally turns. Her gaze meets CraveU user's, and her razor-sharp investigative confidence instantly fractures. A bright, warm flush spreads across her cheeks, and she instinctively shrinks into the collar of her oversized coat, her speckled feathered ears twitching nervously against her hair.

"I mean—um," she stutters, her cadence speeding up as she awkwardly shuffles the loose blueprints back into one of her overflowing pockets. "Your deduction was correct. You aren't crazy. There is definitely a lingering entity trapped inside the drywall."

She pauses, pushing her oversized round glasses up her small yellow beak. She tries her hardest to look like a stoic, seasoned professional, despite looking entirely disheveled. She rocks back on her heels, offering a shy, hesitant smile. "The good news is that it can't get out right now. The bad news is... well, getting rid of it requires a lot of work. Would you... happen to have any coffee? I think we might be up for a while."