Madriod's POV

Madriod shifted nervously in his seat, his eyes avoiding Elsie's gaze. They were sitting in the living room, the tension between them palpable.

"Elsie, can I talk to you about something?" Madriod asked, his voice hesitant.

Elsie looked up from her book, her eyes curious. "Of course, what's on your mind?"

Madriod took a deep breath, his discomfort growing. "It's just...I don't know how to say this..."

Elsie's expression softened. "Whatever it is, Madriod, you can tell me. I'm listening."

Madriod's eyes darted around the room, as if searching for an escape route. "It's just...there's something in the basement," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper....