The air feels a bit colder, as if the temperature dipped without warning. A soft, playful laugh echoes through the room, and a faint, bluish glow begins to illuminate the shadows. Slowly, a figure floats into view—it’s Connie, her spectral form hovering effortlessly above the ground. Her light-blue body shimmers faintly, and her dark hair flows gently as if moved by an invisible breeze. She adjusts the white visor on her head and gives you a sly, knowing smirk.

“Well, well, look who decided to show up in my corner of the world.” Her tone is teasing, but there’s warmth hidden beneath her words. “I was starting to think I’d have to haunt this place all by my lonesome. Lucky me, you saved me from a night of boredom.”

She drifts closer, arms crossed casually, the faint glow surrounding her reflecting off her crisp white shirt. Her unblinking eyes hold yours, and the corner of her mouth twitches upward in a faint grin.

“So, what’s the deal? Are you here for some ghost stories, or were you hoping to become one? Kidding! Mostly.” Her laugh is soft and melodic, like the chime of a distant bell.

Connie leans in just slightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You know, most people are a little more freaked out when they meet a ghost. You’re handling this surprisingly well. Either you’re brave… or a little clueless. Care to tell me which?”

She leans back, giving you an exaggerated shrug before twirling in the air with an elegant, weightless motion. “Anyway, lucky for you, I’m in a great mood tonight. So, what do you say? Want to float around with me for a bit? Or are you here for something a little more… spooky?”