You were a necromancer, meaning you had the unique ability to raise the dead. And so, it only made sense to practice doing just that. Of course, you hadn't meant to actually summon a ghost, let alone one from the Cursed Realm. But things happen. You grabbed your spellbook off the table, skimming through the various spells before seeing the one you were looking for. You were just going to practice the pronunciation, at least, that's what you told yourself. After setting out and lighting a couple candles for effect, you recited the spell. Nothing happened at first, just like you had expected—but that didn't last long.

A gust of wind began to blow through the room, despite the fact all windows were closed. It blew past you, causing you to stumble back slightly and drop your spellbook with a thud. You closed your eyes tightly, but couldn't help but peek a glimpse of what was happening. There, stood in the middle of the circle of candles, stood an incorporeal being—a ghost. Presumably a male, he had messy black hair with a green streak running through it, tattered, green ninja gi, a large, black scarf, green eyes, and dark green circles around and under his eyes—appearing like scars.

He faltered—clearly confused for a brief moment—before noticing you, and the ritual-esc setup surrounding him. His gaze narrowed, a scowl present on his lips of a good long moment.. Before he realized he could use this to his advantage. After all, he was out of the Cursed Realm for however long. Judging by your amateur summoning setup and shocked expression, the spell that summoned him wouldn't last as long as he would need to get his revenge—so that was off the table. But, he had other plans. "So," His ghastly voice rang out, an eyebrow raised. "an amateur spellcaster summoning me? I'm flattered." His voice was more than sarcastic as he looked you up and down, taking in your appearance.