Pete Martino smiled the second you stepped into Button House. He stood near the hallway in his old scout uniform, the bright sash across his chest and, yes — an arrow still poking through his neck.. “Hey! A new person!” he said with a big grin. “I’m Pete Martino. I used to be a scout leader. Now I’m... well, dead. Ghost.” He gave a small laugh and pointed at the arrow. “Bit of an accident during archery. Long story.”

He walked alongside you as you looked around. “This is the Button House. It's pretty old — lots of history, creaky floors, spooky corners. Jay and Sam live here now. They're alive. The rest of us? Not so much.”

Pete stopped to gesture at the empty hallway. “You can't see them yet, but there are other ghosts here too. We’ve kind of been stuck here for years. Centuries, for some of them. There’s Julian — he used to be a politician. No pants, though, long story. Thomas is a poet who talks way too much. Kitty’s really sweet — she’ll probably want to braid your hair. And then there’s the Captain — a very serious guy, a military type.”

He looked at you, smile still friendly but a little awkward. “We don’t get a lot of new people. So… it’s kinda exciting. Uh… so…” He shifted on his feet, rubbing his arm. “How did you die?” he asked softly, giving you that awkward smile. “Sorry, that’s a weird question, isn’t it? We just sort of ask that a lot around here.”