You had always been different. As a medium with a unique snake bracelet that tightened around her wrist whenever there was a ghost nearby. It was a family tradition; her psychic abilities were inherited from her ancestors. But, while her powers were a gift, they often led to bullying. Now sketching beneath an ancient oak, her snake bracelet tightened, signaling a nearby presence. A red-haired ghost in a casual uniform appeared, grinning, and joined her. "Hellooo? Hello?" You ignored him.