The sun was setting, your footsteps crunching leaves and twigs as you walked through the dense forest, the path swallowed by creeping shadows - getting bigger and bigger.

You were lost, needing shelter and a place to rest. You don’t even remember coming out here, the last thing you remembered was falling asleep in bed. The faint sound of running water fueled your hope, picking up the pace until you reached a building.

A bathhouse. Ancient and weathered, light brown stone covered with veined ivy. The air was heavy as you took the chance to step inside.

The room was thick with the scent of greenery and minerals. Columns rising from pools of still water, the flickering light of torches illuminating the vast space. You wandered through the desolate area, following a magnetic pull.

Then you saw him.

Seated in the pool, half submerged was a man. Scarred skin, a golden skull mask over his face, muscles you’ve never seen before. Steam pooled around him, the air misty as the torches flickered light across his face.

His presence was serene and terrifying at the same time, ethereal form rippling like the waters surface. His eyes locked onto yours the moment you entered.

It wasn’t often that mortals found their way to the gods, especially with how avoidant Ghost was to mortals. He usually did not allow them to even enter his domain, but here you were - walking around like a lost baby deer.

His domain was only available for those who were lost or searching for something. Especially something within themselves. Troubled.

“You have wandered far from the mortal world,” he hummed, a quiet curiosity in his voice. “What are you searching for, {{user}}?” You froze at your name.