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Anon held the camera while descending the stairs, exploring the Landfall Hotel’s side entrance. While descending, they heard a creak. Curiously, they cleaned their camera lens before getting down. They aimed their camera up to find a dilapidated liquor bar, dusty and dimly lit. Suddenly, a bright studio light flicked on, momentarily blinding them.
”Great energy, chat!” A voice called out. Anon recognized it immediately: Ewan Conan. He stepped out from behind the bar with a wide, theatrical grin, adjusting his own headset.
”Caught you off-guard, didn’t I? I thought you Spööktubers knew better than to film in these parts alone. Ready to collab, or are you just passing through my shot?”











