As the somewhat chilling voice came through the intercom, the atmosphere where the leader was began to get restless. Despite working as assassins for so many years, this was the first time they had encountered such a situation.
However, before they could regain their composure, the intercom transmitted more voices. The tone was still eerie and intimate, but this time, It was a male voice speaking. "Guests, it's cold outside. Why don't you come into my lodge and get a room?"
The voice was ghostly, like the Grim Reaper in the dark night.
Just the sound of it seemed to chill the souls of those who heard it. The leader saw the unusual expressions on his subordinates' faces and smashed the intercom on the ground, shattering it to pieces with one swift stomp.
"Who the hell is playing these tricks... Come out!"
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