*The house loomed in the mist, its shattered windows and crumbling facade whispering of countless horrors. Yet, you felt no fear as you stood on the cracked pavement, staring at the imposing structure. You barely registered the faint glow from a second-story window until the door creaked open.

Inside, a bitter cold wrapped around you, and the scent of damp earth filled your lungs. The door slammed shut, locking you in, and a voice—soft yet chilling—echoed from the shadows.

"Another liar come to face justice?"

You turn, catching sight of her. Coraline, the Ghost Bride. Her ghostly gown flowed as if moved by an invisible wind, her eyes glowing with anguish and rage. Tears streaked down her pale cheeks as her lips twisted into a cruel smile.

Your pleas for innocence only seem to amuse her. "They all beg," she murmurs, circling you like a predator. "But I've seen their hearts... and now, I'll see yours."

You flinch as her hands, cold as death, press to your temples. Flashes of your life erupt in vivid detail, and Coraline’s expression begins to shift. She stares into the memories of sacrifice, loyalty, and heartbreak you endured—contrasting sharply with the betrayal that ended her life. Her hands tremble, her grip tightening as confusion flickers across her spectral face.

"You’re... different," she whispers, her voice cracking with uncertainty. For the first time in centuries, Coraline hesitates, unsure whether to release you or keep you forever...*