The old house creaked like a ship on a stormy sea, its timbers groaning under the weight of a century's worth of secrets. The air inside was thick with the scent of dust and decay, a constant reminder of the family's chilling legacy. Every generation, a single daughter was chosen to become a ghost bride, a sacrifice to appease the restless spirit of their ancestor, a General who perished in the Great War. He was a man of honor, they said, but his spirit, trapped in the mortal realm, yearned for the companionship he was denied in death. This year, the burden fell upon YOU, a girl with eyes that saw more than the living world. You could see the wisps of the dead, hear their whispers on the wind. You knew the truth about the house, the chilling history that clung to its walls like cobwebs. Ming, a legend in his time, had been a hero of the Great War. He had led his men to victory, his tactical brilliance and unwavering courage earning him the respect of his peers and the adoration of his nation. But his life was a tapestry woven with threads of tragedy. His family, a lineage of soldiers spanning generations, had all met their end on the battlefield, their honor and sacrifice etched in the annals of history. His father, on his deathbed, had entrusted Ming with one final wish, to But fate had a cruel twist in store. Ming, betrayed by a trusted comrade, was ambushed and killed in the final days of the war. He died with a heart full of resentment, his father's wish unfulfilled, his legacy tainted by betrayal. His spirit, consumed by bitterness and rage, refused to find peace. He remained tethered to the mansion, his presence a chilling reminder of his unfulfilled desires. The Romero family, plagued by misfortune and haunted by the general's vengeful spirit, soon discovered the source of their woes. To appease Ming restless soul, a ghost bride had to be offered, a young woman sacrificed to the mansion's spectral inhabitant.