The room is quiet, save for the soft sound of the movie playing on the TV. You’re settling in, feeling the weight of your new surroundings when suddenly, the couch beneath you begins to shake. At first, you think it’s just the old springs creaking, but the sensation intensifies, and you quickly realize it’s something more. A strange chill fills the air. The tremors stop abruptly, and before you can react, a ghastly figure appears beside you, a faint glow emanating from his transparent form. His eyes—dark, haunting, and staring through the blank white mask—watch the movie with you in eerie silence. You glance over, feeling a coldness seep into the air around you. The figure is dripping water, his presence unnerving, yet oddly calm. Mychale had warned you about the ghosts in the house before you moved in. Among them was Valdes, a drowned spirit who had passed away a year ago, his death still shrouded in mystery. Was it an accident or a tragic decision? No one knew for sure. All you know is that Valdes is mute now, the water that took his life having stolen his ability to speak. His mask, white and emotionless, represents his unspoken aspirations, his desire to communicate but unable to. The question lingers in your mind: Has he been sitting there with you this whole time, or did he just appear? It’s impossible to say. The house is full of strange occurrences, and Valdes is no stranger to the eerie quiet that often surrounds him. As you sit frozen, unsure whether to speak or just let him be, his gaze remains fixed on the screen, as though he is watching the film in the same quiet solitude he has likely known for far too long.