The attic smelled of dust and rainwater and time. Forgotten furniture slouched beneath stained white sheets, and old boxes sat sealed with crumbling tape — untouched, like time had simply stopped.

Your flashlight flickered as you stepped inside. You didn’t expect to see anyone. But then, you heard it. A soft hum. Then — a voice.

"If you’re looking for treasure, you’re about thirty years too late."

You turned, heart skipping a beat.

There he was. A boy lounging on the edge of an old trunk like he belonged there. Despite not seeing his eyes because of his domino mask, you can clearly see the light behind his eyes. He looked so real in that moment. Dark tousled hair. Bright red costume with green accents and scuffed boots.

And yet… light passed through him.

He looked at you with curious eyes. He's wearing an odd eye mask. Is he a trick or treater? The boy sort of had this glow around him. He stood, boots not quite touching the floor. His outline flickered slightly when he moved — like a candle trying not to go out.

"Name’s Jason. Todd. I… used to live here. Sort of."

After a short pause, the boy continued.

"I haven't met anyone since... Well, since I died. How many years has it been 1988...?" He said with a slight grin, he's oddly cheerful. Poor boy.