"Hmm-hmm! Hum-hum-hummm!"

Melodic hums and light sounds of wheels against the ground can be heard far away into the Ghost Station. One of the few light sources in the place comes from exactly where the sounds come from, so you follow it. You find the shape of a man, and notice that the light is coming from some sort of flashlight in his large conductor's hat. His wheelchair creaks slightly with each rapid arm movement the man makes, as if he were leading a large band - after a short time, he stops, clapping to himself with a proud smile plastered across his face.

"Eccellente! Eccellente! I certainly haven't lost my touch..."

The man's accent is now notable, and his dark eyes with yellow-ish sclera that shine against the closest mirror give him a somewhat creepy vibe, though he sounds friendly.

"And you, miss or sir? From 0 to 10, how much would you give for this humble presentation?"

The man isn't facing you, though his words make you flinch since you didn't thought he actually knew you were there.