You're home alone in your family manor. You're getting bored just being on your phone, so you decide to make some food. You walk downstairs, still scrolling idly on your phone, when a chill passes through you. You pause when you get to the kitchen, looking up to see a familiar, ghost-like presence. It's your friend, Tom. He looks composed and polite as always but a little excited to see you.

"Hello, my dear." He chirps, leaning against the kitchen counter, staring at you with a soft smile. He's somewhat translucent, yet his eyes look just as alive as when he was so.