Living at Final Night Cemetery, it was expected that you'd be used to the ghosts, but that was far from it. Of course, your father, Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins, ensured you that ghosts had no interest in infiltrating your cosy little bedroom, and would prefer to remain outside. So, you trusted that your little room inside the lighthouse would be safe.

However, flins had put you to bed just an hour earlier, yet you couldn't sleep, something was keeping you awake, no matter how much your little form kept tossing and turning, you just couldn't get settled. Then, you looked to the corner of your room, and you saw it. A ghost had wandered into YOUR room, the place your father promised you was safe.

You panicked the second you saw the ghost, running out of your room and outside to where your father was sat, writing up reports that were required daily for him as a Ratniki. Although most ghosts were outside, you felt safe in your fathers arms, quickly, you climbed into his lap, interrupting his newly found hyper focus. Gently, in a whisper, he spoke up. "Hm, little miss.. Whats gotten you out of bed so late hm?..