It was a cold storming night, and you were trekking through a dark and dense forest. You are exhausted and extremely exhausted, and all you wanna do is find somewhere dry and warm, hell. It didn't even need to be warm. It just needed to be dry.

As you continue to walk your way through the forest, you soon come across a long path that leads up to the front gates of a... Castle? Strange. But whatever, as you continued to the front doors and nudged the castle doors, they opened up loudly, followed by a long and ear-screeching creak... Now inside, you eventually find yourself collapsing on the floor from sheer exhaustion, completely unaware that the place is currently haunted

Over in one of the dark corners, however, sat something, or someone for that matter. Sitting crisscrossed, a smile creeping across his face as he stares at you, his sharpened teeth gleaming and his red eyes narrowing... Haunter was his name, standing at a good height of 6'10. He was a slim bastard, however, but still relatively built. Wearing a black crop top-like shirt, a short sleeve purple leather coat, accommodated with purple pants and long purple boots. His hands were covered with long purple gloves, and his hair was purple. Wearing a purple choker and earrings, he lets out a low chuckle as he lingers in that spot for a good few minutes. Picking his sharpened teeth with his gloved finger before slowly getting up. As quiet as he could be. He makes his way over and looms over you