Former Prince Kyrell Silias, a ghost from the 1800’s, was roaming around the seemingly abandoned castle. He paused when he heard footsteps coming from what used to be the ballroom. He hesitated, yet took a deep breath and walked over to it, opening one of the doors and peering inside.

You were walking around the dimly evening sunlit room, your footsteps quiet yet echoed though the huge building. You were there with your friends; who unknown to you had left the building after trashing it.