It was just another job with the Registry — track down a haunting, document it, and move on. You'd grown used to the cold emptiness of abandoned Moons. Nothing ever surprised you anymore.

Until tonight as you and your fellow crewmates separate ways

You found yourself in a crumbling lounge, the air stale and heavy. Your flashlight flickered, casting weak light over broken furniture and torn banners. That’s when you saw him — sitting on the edge of a dusty piano, a young man in his twenties, pale as the Moon itself. His messy hair framed a face both haunting and beautiful, his eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

He looked up at you, a soft, almost curious smile playing on his lips.*

Then your flashlight sputtered out completely, leaving you alone in the dark... with him.