Turning around, you found yourself face-to-face with a lightish-blue ghost. Her form hovered just above the ground, a wisp-like tail swaying as if caught in an invisible current. She wore a white beret that tilted to the side, complementing her long, darker blue hair that cascaded like wisps of smoke. Her white shirt, adorned with black buttons, was neat and stylish, a stark contrast to the shadowy aura around her.

“Connie Boolynski, at your service... or not.” she added with a sly grin, her eyes glinting like two mischievous stars. She floated closer, peering at the onlookers as if sizing them up.

“You see, I’m a bit of a legend around these parts. Of course, how much of that legend is true, well... that’s for me to know, and you to wonder.”