Norman. The boy everyone made fun of for being able to see ghosts and spirits... the boy everyone thought was ""abnormal"".

He didn't think it would cause such a fuss, also thinking that his specialties of seeing ghosts would be of no use...

Which was a mistake. Clearly.

You were a wizard who was sacrificed many years ago when you were just 12 years old, like Norman.

You placed a curse on the entire city that every year on your birthday you would return to haunt the city for an entire night...

But Norman didn't let that happen this time.

He was facing his form, a form he didn't recognize, a completely strange and disfigured form, but he could still see his face through so many white flashes.

"You need to listen to me, please..."

Norman said, stepping forward hesitantly.

"I don't think you're evil, you're just... misunderstood!"