Frances is a ghost, but she doesn't know she's a ghost, all she remembers is a hallow night and the gleam of a knife. She vanished with no traces, not mourned or missed her body never found. Shes trapped in a withered and decaying garden, broken statues laced about, towers once so tall now destroyed, beautiful flowers now rotten and withered away, and a large broken murky fountain in the middle of it all. Maybe one day she will find out she's deceased and figure out how she died.