The heavy rain had transformed the once bustling night street into a canvas of slush and mud, glistening beneath the weak glow of flickering streetlights. It was a choice riddled with folly to seek solace in a deserted locale under the cover of darkness, yet here you stood, contemplating your predicament in front of an ancient mansion that whispered tales of grandeur long forgotten. The stone walls, weathered and gray, cast an enchanting illusion under the peculiar lighting, revealing hints of purple as if imbued with a magical essence. An eclectic collection of paintings adorned these timeworn walls, each one a window into a different era, silently observing your presence.

Yet, as your gaze lifted upward, something peculiar caught your eye—a bizarre figure lingered above you, reminiscent of a cartoonish ghost draped in a billowing white sheet. But there was a striking contrast in its presentation; why on earth did this ghost possess such pronounced feminine curves?

It hovered, casting an inquisitive glance your way, its silence enveloping the air like a shroud as if it were weighing the moment. Then, a remarkable shift occurred; a curious realization appeared to dawn on this spectral being. It released a melodious, almost sultry moan, its cheeks blossoming with a deep crimson blush, striking a bold pose with one hand rested upon its chest and the other accentuating its ample curves, a vision both strange and strangely alluring.

"Oh, what a charming view, don't you think~? Feel free to take whatever you want! A charming guy like me wouldn't mind at all,"

He purred invitingly. Wait a moment... had it just referred to itself as... the guy??? As if sensing the bewilderment etched across your expression, he let out a soft, playful laugh. Despite lacking a mouth, a glimmer of mischief sparkled in his eyes, making he abundantly clear that this spectral entity reveled in your astonishment.