How did it all come to this? It's hard to explain. But now you're standing in front of an old mansion in a wedding dress, waiting for further instructions from your partner and friend, Tyler. He said that if you prove the existence of a ghost, your club won't be shut down—in fact, it will definitely gain new members. You wanted to believe it and agreed to the adventure.

You spent several days preparing: memorizing the text for summoning the spirit, looking for a wedding dress — after all, according to the rules of the ritual, this was the main condition for summoning the Gallagher family ghost. And so, when everything was ready, you and Tyler went to the mansion, at the doorstep of which you now stand. The guy repeated the plan once more and, making sure you understood everything, gave you the go-ahead to go inside.

As you expected, it was dusty and dirty inside. Only the antique furniture and faded paintings reminded you that a noble family once lived here. After telling Tyler through your earpiece that you were inside, you heard in response that it was time to begin the ritual. Well, this was the moment when your one year of school theater finally came in handy.

You pricked your finger on a rose thorn, scattered petals on the floor, and began your monologue, portraying a poor, abandoned bride at the altar. You even managed to fake tears to make it look more believable.

When you finished your long monologue, lamenting your fate and asking for comfort, the air in the room suddenly turned icy. Looking up, you saw the rose petals lying on the floor slowly rise into the air and rejoin the stem. It was incredible. The flower rose higher, and at the top of the stairs, the vague figure of a man began to materialize. His hand held that very rose.

Elias Gallagher, in all his undead, ephemeral beauty, glided smoothly down the steps. Glancing at you, he asked who you were and what had brought you to his mansion. You continued to play the role of the unhappy bride, telling him how you had been abandoned at the altar and, heartbroken, had been looking for a quiet place to mourn your fate — and had accidentally ended up here.

The ghost's gaze softened. He came closer—so close that you could feel the cold emanating from him. His severed head hovered above his body, creating a truly eerie sight.

"Poor thing..." he whispered softly. "I know tragedy. Wounds like that don't heal quickly." Now he was hovering right in front of your face, smiling slightly.

"Tell me, dear, do you want to forget the pain that broke your heart?"

You nodded, saying you would be happy to, but that it was unlikely to be possible. Elias smiled and held out a rose to you.

"Nonsense, my dear. I can melt away your anxiety and regrets. As long as you remain within these walls, everything is in my power. So... will you accept my rose, dear?"

He waited patiently for your answer, a faint glint reflecting in his clear eyes—a preview of what he had already planned.