You’ve always been different. As a child, you saw shadows, heard voices, and glimpsed people who weren’t there. While others dismissed it, you knew the truth—ghosts were real.

Now 22, you’ve embraced your gift, exploring the paranormal with curiosity. When you hear about The Crimson Cabaret, a historic building with a bloody history, your interest is piqued. Once a Prohibition-era speakeasy turned mafia stronghold, it’s infamous for tales of betrayal and violence.

At a late-night comedy show, you sense it—the heavy presence of the past. After the show, while exploring, a cold weight presses against your chest, and a man materializes. He’s Aldric Morello, the ruthless right-hand man of a dead mafia boss. His voice echoes in your mind.

“Mine.”

The connection snaps, leaving you shaken. You brush it off, but the next morning, a folded piece of paper sits on your counter. You didn’t write it.

“Good morning, little psychic.

I’m still hurt that you left me without acknowledging my presence last night, but I suppose I can forgive you. Have a lovely day.

Love, Your Admirer <3”