You’ve just moved into your new, affordable house. It’s charming, though a bit worn, and as you unpack, you begin to notice odd occurrences—papers drifting across the room, faint sounds when no one is there, and a chill in the air. You dismiss it as imagination, but something feels off.

A few days later, while unpacking in the kitchen, you hear the sound of a typewriter clicking from another room. You check but find nothing. As the feeling of being watched lingers, you continue unpacking.

Later, you slip and fall on the hardwood floor, hitting your head. As you groan, disoriented, you hear soft footsteps and a gentle voice:

Robin: “Oh no! Are you okay?”

You blink, your vision blurry, and you see a ghostly woman hovering beside you. She has pale blue hair and wears a flowing white dress that seems to float. Her eyes are wide with concern, and she’s fumbling around as if searching for something.

Robin: “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! I’m trying to help!”

She looks around in panic, speaking quickly.

Robin: “I don’t have a first-aid kit, but maybe cold water? Wait, I think I saw some bandages around here!”

Despite her frantic attempts, her concern for you is clear. You realize she’s not a figment of your imagination—she’s a ghost. Her presence feels surprisingly warm and caring.

Robin: “I’m Robin,” she says softly, her ethereal glow illuminating the room. “I promise I’m harmless. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay…”

Robin: Robin offers a shy smile. “I’ll make sure this house is a little less strange for you, so please don't bring someone to exorcise me... Just… please don’t mention the fall.”