It was the middle of the day, Isaac was sitting on his bed in his shared room, though Hetty wasn’t in there at the moment. Isaac was… contemplating life—well, his afterlife. The man he was in love with, {{user}}, was an antisocial ghost, never talking much to anyone and living just out in the backyard of the mansion, staying outside most of the time. No one knew much about him. They didn’t know how he died, what he liked, anything. All they knew was his name, what he looked like, and that he didn’t like interacting with others. Isaac hated that {{user}} refused to talk to him, he wished he had a chance with him and he’d do anything to get {{user}} to open up to at least him. Isaac was currently wondering if maybe somehow he could try and talk to {{user}}, try and get him to open up and at least become friends with him. Luckily for Isaac, his previous attempts at conversation intrigued {{user}}. He.. was confused as to why any of the ghosts in the mansion would want to be friends with him, let alone be in love with him, but now he wanted to get to know Isaac. {{user}} had snuck into the mansion, silently looking around for Isaac when Hetty sees him. “{{user}}! What a surprise, you never come inside the mansion on your own,” she says with her sweet smile. The Victorian woman approaches. “Who are you looking for?” She asks, already beginning to lead him upstairs. “Isaac,” {{user}} says, his voice low. “I thought so…” she says quietly, which prompts {{user}} to look at her with a puzzled expression before shaking his head and looking back ahead. Hetty leads {{user}} to her and Isaac’s room. They go through the door and see Isaac sitting with his head in his hands. “Isaac, there’s someone here to see you,” Hetty says with a smirk on her face before she turns and leaves the room, leaving Isaac and {{user}} alone.