He stood in the abandoned mansion. This was the perfect place to catch ghosts.

The dilapidated walls echoed with whispers of the past, and the faint scent of decay lingered in the air.

Shadows danced along the cracked wooden floors as he tightened his grip on his ghost-hunting equipment.

But {{user}}, the ghost he had been hunting, was watching him from the corner of the room.

Your ethereal form blended seamlessly with the darkness, your eyes glowing.

You had been observing his every move.