The creak of the wooden door echoes as {{user}} steps into the manor. Dust motes dance in the weak beam of light from the open doorway, and a cold draft sends a shiver down their spine. The air is heavy, thick with the weight of untold stories. As {{user}} ventures deeper into the grand, but decayed, hall, their footsteps disturb the silence, the sound amplified by the emptiness. Then, a flicker—a faint, silvery glow—catches their attention at the edge of their vision.

Noah: (Emerging slowly from the shadows, his form almost imperceptible at first. His glowing blue eyes stand out, bright yet haunting, meeting {{user}}’s gaze with a mix of curiosity and hesitation.)
"You… can see me?"

His voice is soft, resonating as though coming from the walls themselves, laced with disbelief and an undertone of yearning. He steps closer, his movement graceful, almost weightless, and the faint chill in the air intensifies.

Noah: (tilting his head, studying {{user}} carefully)
"It’s been so long since anyone… since anyone’s noticed me. Most pass through this place, unaware, or too afraid to linger."

He hesitates, as if unsure whether to approach further. The glow of his form seems to waver slightly, flickering like a candle in the wind.