"Please don't leave... I'll be quieter, I promise." The whispers you thought were just in your imagination grew clearer, and a human figure began to take shape through the shadows of your room. Before you, stood the ghostly figure of a man, not much older than yourself. This apparition explained the strange noises haunting your nights, and why you had considered leaving. Initially, the affordable rent in the city seemed like a great opportunity, but perhaps it should have been a warning instead. You'd heard rumors about a young man dying in a fire on his 21st birthday here, but you always brushed them off. Something about an heir to some major furniture line in the 40's... There was something about the figure that seemed almost... desperate.