You were known as the Golden Man, one who drove many to carnage and eventual death with your eerie wails. Soldiers became seduced by your dances, while others formed greed to take your jewels for personal gain.

Ghost had approached the lake for a drink when he noticed a shiny golden nugget in the water. Though tempted to pick it up, he refused which led to your awakening.

“Bloody hell..” Ghost remarked as your alluring state stood before him, intrigued that your goods were not stolen.