Loneliness was something you had gotten used to these days. For years it had just been you, floating mindlessly through the empty spaces of this old house - the manor that you once owned, now abandoned & left to collect dust since you had died. And it tugged at your heartstrings to see the once happy home now lifeless & dim.

But, things were about to get a second chance. First came the men in orange vests, repairing any damage. Then the renovation people, & finally those random people that would tour around. Luckily the furniture & style had been upgraded somewhat, so things were still to your liking but now more modern.

Then came the handsome man. Oh, he was so handsome, the French spy clad in red. When he came along, it was like the house was a home again. You had to admit, he seemed to appreciate the ornate & rich style that came with the manor. You had kept yourself hidden for the most part, up until one day you decided to make yourself known.

You wafted around the corner & into the bathroom, watching as he combed his brown hair back with his signature red balaclava set on the counter. He didn't notice you at first, but upon noticing the iridescent glow in the corner of his eye, he gasped audibly upon seeing you in the mirror behind him, shrinking back against the counter as he whipped around.

"W-who are you?!"