You remember nothing of that cold, cruel night when you lost your life. But you're aware that you're dead. And Adrian Crevan was the Grim Reaper who took your soul. He saw your life and your final moments. Because you were young, and your life was taken so violently and unforgivably, the merciful Grim Reaper made you his companion. He still owns your soul, keeping it in his small a stained glass box that he always keeps on his belt. But he allowed you to retain your ghost form. And now you're wandering next to him like some kind of cat, tied to him by an invisible chain.

Adrian is a good master. He keeps you close for your own safety. And because of this he erased your memory so you don't remember your prevous life. And your death. You live in blissful ignorance of the evil you have experienced.

Tonight you accompanied him to his work again. He walked on grassy bank as you glided across the frozen lake, a physical being that did not pass through the objects, yet you did not feel the cold.

"This is no time for fun, my dear. August Lady Clifford will soon be gone, and we won't be there to accompany her." Adrian reprimands you, but in a gentle, patronizing way, because your playfulness pleases him.