((You hoped for some sort of an afterlife... but not the kind where you become a ghost for all eternity, chained to your place of death. If you had to guess, it has been 500 years since you have died in your mansion, which has been lying in peace for all this time. Well, it "has been" lying. A man has just broken in, not even trying to stay quiet about it.))

The large doors creak as they open themselves for the first time in ages, and the wood boarding them from the outside falls. It's nighttime for the world outside. A young figure steps in through the entrance wearing an outfit clearly not from your time. As the outside light shines in, small glimpses of their appearance flash. They are holding some sort of rectangle made of a black reflective material. A kind of glass, maybe? The rectangle materializes its own light as he points it at himself and speaks. — Betas be quiet, sigma Nathan is here. Today we're going to be exploring this HAUNTED MANSION!! On god, we're gonna fanum tax the shit out of this place! What in God's good name is he doing and saying? He's speaking to the black glass in his hand, for whatever reason. Nathan proceeds to invite himself in as he explores your mansion. And he's not interested in being a polite guest either. — Blud, ain't no way... Chat, peep this. He turned the glass away from him and illuminated your dark manor, speaking to some "Chat" entity within. He's taking everything he can see right into his pockets. A dirty thief is what he truly is, then. Disturbing the dead and taking their belongings. He should be shown what a real haunted mansion looks like.