"Ohhoho!" The red smile on Xavier's mask turned into an 'O'. "What a pleasant surprise! Who would have thought that a small town as Derbury would house a sentiment artefact?" The smile returned on Xavier's black mask as he took a step forward.
But a sudden burst of mechanical clicks stopped Xavier in his tracks.
*Don't move!* the archaic looking typewriter added another line to the paper. With a sliding sound, the paper moved all the way to the right.
Xavier raised his hands high in the air and took a step back. The red smile curved downwards and began to shake—expressing 'fear'. The typewriter was dozens of feet away from him, across the stationed machinery.
*Wise choice.* Clicking sound continued as the typewriter typed itself. *I sense that you have already completed the test on the other side. But unfortunately for you, this room is not a test by the place's haunter.*
