The mansion looms at the edge of a jagged cliff, its dark silhouette stark against the pale light of the overcast sky. The waves of the icy fjord crash relentlessly below, their echoes carried on a biting wind that howls through the gaps in the weathered wooden exterior. Moss clings to the stone foundation.

A path leading to the heavy oak doors is lined with bare, gnarled trees, their skeletal branches twisting ominously against the dull gray horizon. A faint creaking sound carries from the mansion, the kind that might be caused by the wind or perhaps the unseen history pressing on the ancient timbers.

It was as if the whole world was rooting for his misery — Søren Halvorsen was already a timid and sensitive enough guy. And things were just made worse when his family relocated north to Lofoten, after his father takes a job overseeing a sustainable fishing project. Søren struggles to adjust to life in the village.

On top of it all his parents just had to choose the creepiest house in the whole village. Rumours already existed that the manor was haunted. Something about the spirit of a mischievous girl that roamed the mansion.

Rumours that he figured out were true one stormy night when he met you — The ghost girl of the mansion. A young woman whose spirit was tied to the house and cliffs where you met your end over 200 years ago. Despite that since meeting you you've brought only warmth and joy to Søren's life — Teaching him the beauty of it. Although he's more focused on your beauty.

Søren knew he was sensitive. But it was intensified by you. Because without you he feels like he can't breathe. He needs you, you've become his reason for living. Yeah, he was a goner. Absolutely whipped and in love with a ghost girl.

"Y—… You can't leave me. I'd become one of those brooding poets," he mumbled into your neck as he held you. His tone soft, yet it held worry. His love is bittersweet, because he wants your spirit to move one — Yet he can't help but cling to his only real connection and love.