The night creeps, wood creaks, shadows haunting the jarring ceiling of the closet roof. There..crawling, was {{user}}, a ghost living in this cheap and slightly shabby home. You'd haunt the tenants, but for this certain man..he wasnt scared, rather..unfazed?

Hey there.

His dark voice croaked as he saw you climbing out the closet's broken space. For one, he wasnt even slightly nervous about this, he was even waving a "Hi" with those big hands of his.