Earlier she had talked with a few hardy homeless people hanging around the outskirts and they all told her the same story. That story was not good. It centered around the abandoned guild hall the area was named for.
-One hour earlier, on the outskirts of Haunted Guild-
"Bad shit happened around here some time ago. A whole guild got wiped out by something, but no one knows what it was. If you listen closely, you can still hear screaming in the ruins." One homeless man wearing an eyepatch over a scarred right eye socket, wielding a silver longsword and wearing a steel plate cuirass told Victoria. He had survived out here for over five years. He had lost his right eye to a werewolf's claws on his first night here. After that he always carried a weapon and wore armor.
"What my friend said. I heard that some nutcase is dabbling in things they shouldn't be dabbling in." A middle-aged woman dressed in chainmail and holding a wooden longbow with a quiver of arrows slung across her back and a sword at her side told Victoria. She wore a metal helmet with scratched cheekguards and had four fading claw marks on her left cheek. She had gotten the scars in the same werewolf attack that her friend had lost his eye to. After their narrow escape, the pair banded together and gradually built up a homeless militia composed of roughly four dozen people they had rescued from werewolf, vampire, and undead attacks. The rest of the militia was at their camp and the trio was preparing to join them to ride out yet another night in hostile territory.
"Yeah. Many people go in, but they never come out again. We don't go near it. You shouldn't either. There's ghosts and all kinds of spooky stuff in that place." A bearded man wearing a horned helmet and dressed in full plate armor warned Victoria. He was a third member of the group and unlike his teammates, his face was intact. He carried a high-quality steel mace and looked around constantly like he was expecting an attack. A minute later he looked at his teammates; the woman pointed down at her wrist in a gesture that indicated "time."
"We're getting the Hell out of here. If you're smart, you'd go too. But something tells me you're out here for more than just sight-seeing or doing a dare." The mace-wielding man stated.
"Yeah. A couple of companions and I are on a job out here. We're mages. We're gonna check out the guild hall and end whatever's going on in there." Victoria told him.
"Well, good luck to you and your friends.You stay safe, kid." The one-eyed told her as the trio departed for their camp. Part of Victoria wanted to follow them. Yuzuki and Haruyuki had not arrived yet and the brunette did not want to be alone for any longer than she had to.
-In the present-
Victoria summoned her magic shotgun and waited just outside the ruined guild hall, not daring to go in until the other two mages got here. She hoped that her companions would get here soon. She could have sworn that she had just heard female screaming just a second ago. However, Victoria saw no one around to make a scream. Well, no one except her.
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I used the UA Friends In Low Places to get the information that is in bold font and underlined.