[WING 10: THE RESOLUTION][TIME: 06:00 AM][STATUS: SURVIVORS]
The sun rose over the Manor of MacGuffin not with a gradual glow, but with a sudden, jarring jump-cut to daylight. One second it was pitch black; the next, birds were chirping and the fog had vanished, revealing that the "haunted forest" was just painted plywood scenery.
Elara Vance stood on the front porch, shielding her eyes. The Franchise Deed was rolled up in her hand, warm and humming with potential.
"We made it," Kaelen Thorne said, stepping out beside her. He had wiped the fake blood off his armor, but he still smelled faintly of lasagna (from his sacrificial death scene). "And I didn't even have to file a haunting claim."
"I am going to miss the cape," Aldren Vance sighed, stroking the velvet of his Victorian suit. "It had such... flow. Can we keep the costumes?"
"No," Jen said, checking her clipboard. "They are rental assets. They dissolve when we leave the volume."
"A tragedy," Aldren wept (theatrically).
