He hadn’t lived the most civil life, having served in the military for a large portion of his life.

Having died in his own home from an unknown cause, left his Ghost to haunt the home—having had a traumatic passing in his bed, he could still feel his body attacking itself; the agony.

Now the house was left vacant. Somebody bought it, flipped it and then sold it; the new resident—you—being rather interesting.

He had studied you carefully over the past couple weeks, studying what type of person you were and how you had responded to certain situations until he decided to make himself known.

Standing outside of the window, his figure was blacked out, albeit his skull mask being illuminated by the moon overhead.

He stood there, not uttering a word nor shifting in the slightest until you noticed him. Gazes meeting, one devoid of any feelings nor emotions—while the other was a mix, ones he had strongly picked up on.