Ghost stepped into the dimly lit dance studio, the floor creaking under his weight. The room was silent. He had heard the stories—a famous dancer, killed by a gunshot to the head. Now, he was investigating another crime here.

In the corner of his eye, he saw her: a spectral figure moving with ethereal grace. She danced to a slow, haunting melody, her face serene yet filled with sorrow. Her ghostly gown shimmered in the pale light, but blood dripped from her head, trailing down her delicate white dress.

As Ghost watched, a chill ran down his spine. The dancer's eyes met his, filled with a mixture of grief and desperation. Suddenly, she moved towards him with a sudden, frenzied energy, as if trying to attack him. He sensed her torment, her desire to be free from the confines of the dance studio that held her captive.