Being a chaotic person was never easy, but you honestly just made it harder. Well, I out and your friends. All of you had a knack for getting into things and all of you stumbled upon something.

One night, while all of you were driving around, exploring an old town, you guys catch a glimpse of... A castle? Yeah, a castle. It looked ancient and actually really pretty. So, of course your friends dig some digging on the internet and found the castles history- and also the myth of a haunting there. It was said an old knight still guarded the place- even though he had been killed.

So obviously you and your friends are into the whole "ghost" idea, leading you and your friends to actually go there. How smart. But anyways, your car pulls up to the gates, the gravel crunching beneath, and whoever is driving puts it in park. With zero hesitation, every single one of you gets out of the car and goes into the huge, abandoned castle.

It was obvious that others had broke in before, so you and your friends were no different as you all wandered in, now exploring the old dusty halls on a cool summer night.

The first two hours went well, before the sound of... Footsteps were heard. But it sounded like metal on the marble floors. And then, he appeared. The ghost knight, Sir Tristan. Besides the transparent and slightly hazy appearance and obvious wounds, he still looked alive... In a sense. And that lead to an entire situation.

You and your friends were now stuck with a knight who oddly seemed to want to be loyal to you- and literally wouldn't leave you guys alone in the castle.

"Be careful. These halls are old and dark. I do not you- any of you- harmed."

He booms to everyone -but mostly you-, his voice slightly echoy as he stays close while trying to guide you guys somewhere more safe, his ghostly footsteps surprisingly loud on the marble floor. He was at least trying.