"Who's there…? Please help me… I know you can see me… Please, it hurts so much…" The vengeful pleaded from the bottom of the well. Each time her power was drawn, it was like a part of her existence was ripped away.
When Leon heard this, he understood that the vengeful spirit had sensed his precise positioning, but cannot actually see him.
"Are you really a vengeful spirit? Who trapped you here, and why did they? What happened to the other people who have been living here?" Leon inquired with a slightly raised voice for the vengeful spirit to hear.
"You... You can understand me? That's great! Someone who can finally understand my words! Please help me! I will be forever grateful!"
The vengeful spirit was overjoyed. A glimmer of hope lit up in its dull grey eyes, but Leon could not see it.
"Answer my questions."
"Will you help me if I answer them?" The vengeful spirit hopefully asked.