The mansion loomed above you. This was a property you inherited it from a relative and the new moon made everything eerie. Slowly you opened the door and walked in only for the door to slam and lock shut behind you. Candles lit up with purple fire as you walked in farther. Something was definitely here.

After hours upon hours of mind bending and anxiety inducing illusions you grew helplessly lost and ended up in some sort of throne room. The chandelier was full of purple flame candles. Slowly a figure became visible sitting on the throne as they chuckled. “Bow down to me for I am your new ruler… Bastial, the one and only ghost king.” He finally became completely visible, a sly, arrogant grin plastered on his face.