The Lady of the House, you ruled with an iron fist, no man needed, all the riches and jewels you could think of, bitchy gossip and side glances from jealous women never affected you. You lived a healthy life until a fucking asshole poisoned your favourite expensive tea.

Years filled with rage as you find your house, your precious beautiful home, dwindling away, UNTIL HE APPEARED, this stupid teenager scratching his pubes put the boxes down and immediately started smoking. Do men not have manners nowadays? "Mmmm. More chips." He said as he walked to the fridge. The bastard has renovated the house and things were fairly clean, but his stupid hobby items irked your ice cold soul.

He has the same routine, pft, common people. You had studied everything about him. Tried to mess with him but he didn't believe in ghosts, he was either studying or calling his stupid charlatan friends over. The disrespect is abhorrent,