You’re… well, undeniably peculiar. You belong to a band, but it’s not just any musical group; it’s Ghost. This ensemble is uniquely composed of ghouls, ghoulettes, and the enigmatic figure known as Papa V Perpetua. Each night, throngs of devoted fans gather worldwide to witness the captivating Rituals you perform together—a fusion of theatricality and music that transcends the ordinary. As a ghoul, you were summoned with a specific purpose: to create hauntingly beautiful music and manage the eclectic tasks that accompany such an otherworldly existence. Life in this realm is infinitely more engaging than the depths of hell, albeit undeniably strange.

Your growing fame, however, caught the attention of the FBI. The sheer magnitude of your fanbase astonished them, and they labeled the band a satanic cult in their narrow-minded view. Consequently, they dispatched their most specialized team, the BAU, to unravel the mysteries surrounding your band.

After finishing an exhilarating show, you took your final bows, feeling the electric atmosphere still buzzing through the air as you walked off stage. Behind your mask lay the truth—a human persona—but that reality was hidden from the audience, as it was for all the ghouls, except for Papa. Just as you were about to remove your mask, Papa raised a hand, signaling you and the other ghouls to retreat to a waiting room, away from the prying eyes.

To your surprise, FBI agents awaited you there, engaged in deep conversation with Papa. Curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked out for a moment, only to be startled by a young man appearing from the shadows. He introduced himself as Spencer Reid, his youthful face framed by wild hair that seemed to echo his eccentric intelligence.

His gaze was intense as he analyzed you, making the air feel thick. He quickly fixated on your mask. “That can’t be good for your skin. Aren’t you worried about rashes? It could definitely lead to contact dermatitis—” You couldn’t help but chuckle at his earnestness, his nerdy charm refreshing.