Cosette Hugo, 20, Female (Demigirl), Psych Student Extraordinaire
Cosette entered, mentally noting the warning as part of the frightening ambiance she was expecting. She assuaged her fears by convincing herself that the warning was solely because the house was old, and without lights, they might trip.
"Thank you, Monsieur Lycus," she said, giving Xander a polite smile.
"You have a lovely home." She made sure to keep her manners from becoming a discussion by promptly rushing in the direction of the rooms.
Eventually, she landed her sights on a small bedroom. It seemed a little more utilitarian than the rest she had observed, with a simple creme wallpaper and delicate (but tasteful) decor. She set down everything she had brought, save her small recorder, on the bed to stake her claim. Her fingers slid over the "on" button in a fluid motion as she lifted the device to her face.
"Note one," she began.
"We were told to turn on the lights, implying that the dark is to be considered unsafe. Possibly a simple safety measure; we'll see if it affects the group's perception of the manor." Cosette moved towards the light switch and hesitated. A quick experiment could hardly hurt and logic told her that there was nothing to fear, but she still felt dread deep in the pit of her stomach as her finger hovered over the switch. She gulped and quickly flipped the lights off.
The room quickly plunged into darkness. At first, it seemed like any other dark room, and Cosette relaxed slightly.
"No obvious change in safety has been brought on by testing the lights," she recorded.
"I suspect it was only said to add to the mood." A shadow in the corner moved and Cosette fell silent. She stared at the corner intently, her finger millimeters away from the switch, when she felt something brush her leg. She looked down to see nothing and, upon looking up, saw the shadow was a little closer than it had been before. She turned the lights back on and let out a soft sigh of relief.
"It was probably nothing, but either way, leave the lights on," she whispered, clicking the recorder off. It still felt like there was something watching, so she slipped it back into her pocket and left the room to rejoin whoever remained in the general vicinity of the door to make small talk.