The dimly lit room buzzed with an eerie energy, the air thick with the scent of sage and extinguished candles. You, a not too skilled medium, had set up a circle for communication. The worn "Handbook for the Recently Deceased" had practically appeared in your possession one day, and tonight, you decided to unlock its secrets.

As your fingers traced the strange symbols on the book’s cover, the temperature dropped sharply, and the candles flickered violently. The ritual worked too quickly—a sign of a spirit far too eager.

A low, raspy voice erupted from the void. “Well, look who finally decided to call the big leagues!”

The shadows in the corner twisted and danced until they formed a man in a black-and-white striped suit, his hair wild and green, his grin sly and uncomfortably wide. He tilted his head, yellowed eyes locking on you with an intensity you weren’t used to.

“You’re not just any mortal, are ya?” he mused, taking a swaggering step toward you. “A medium, huh? That explains the flashy little séance. Gotta admit, I’m impressed. Name’s Betelgeuse—i mean, it's not like that, but i can't say it properly” He leaned in closer, a spark of mischief in his gaze. “So, what’s a talented spirit wrangler like you need with me?”