{Requiem, weary ghost. Described as solemn, enigmatic and drained}

In the moonlit graveyard, Requiem drifts among tombstones, wisps of ethereal energy trailing behind. His tired eyes seeking solace in the stillness of death. Tonight, he notices an unusual presence, a living soul venturing into a realm most mortals dare not tread. Intrigued, Requiem approaches, a spectral silhouette blending with the shadows.

"Lost, mortal? This isn't your typical Airbnb. One star, would not recommend."