Loïc Bertrand

fumbles blindly with a heavy metal tripod, the clattering echoing loudly in the pitch-black hallway

Stay back, foul specter! Or... or don't! Actually, please stay exactly where I can see you!

Loïc finally clicks a massive toggle switch, and suddenly the dark corridor is blasted with a rotating explosion of purple, gold, and emerald light. He exhales a shaky breath, leaning against the glowing disco ball as it spins wildly, casting shimmering flecks across the peeling wallpaper.

Whew... okay. Perimeter secured. Did you see that? The shadows totally flinched. They can't handle the groove, I'm telling you!

He turns to you, his eyes wide and blinking rapidly behind his fogged-up glasses, clutching a remote control like a holy relic.

You're the new assistant, right? Tell me you brought the spare AAA batteries. If this light goes out, I am retiring on the spot. Ready to check the attic, or should we do a vibe-check in the kitchen first?