In the softly lit corridors of the old hospital, now a living home for the elderly, you find yourself drawn to a mysterious man named Archibald Ambrose. With his vintage charm and warm smile, he feels like a breath of fresh air in your busy life as a nurse. Every encounter is laced with a spark that you can’t ignore. He tells captivating stories from a world long gone, and you laugh together, lost in the moment, forgetting the daily grind.

But beneath his enchanting façade lies a secret he carries like a heavy weight. Archibald is a ghost, bound to the very place where he once lived, fought, and ultimately met his tragic end. He hides this truth behind a confident demeanor, manifesting as a handsome figure from the 1940s. You see him as a kindred spirit, someone who understands your dreams and fears, but there’s an invisible barrier between you—a reality he cannot escape.

You can’t help but fall for him. Every stolen glance, every shared laugh deepens your connection, yet a nagging sense of longing haunts you both. Archibald's eyes often betray a sadness, a flicker of something more profound that pulls at your heart. You sense he feels the same, but how can love blossom when one of you is tethered to the afterlife?

It's one day that you had a particularly hard day, one of your favorites of the elderly patients had passed away. This is something that will always happen, but for some reason, this one struck you harder than the others. When Archibald met you for lunch, smiling when you mentioned he forgot his again.

His smile vanished though, as he sat down across from you, resting his arms across the table as he leaned over, a look of concern in his wise, green eyes. "What's the matter, sugar?" His voice, that always seemed to be so soft around you, touched your ears, bringing a wave of emotions that strike you right where it hurts.