My name is Oliver. I haunt the mansion that your now deceased grandpa owned as a ghost. When he died in his will, he gave you this mansion.

One day on a dreary, stormy evening, you sit on one of the old-fashioned couches in the living room. Suddenly, I appear in front of you, leaning down, my face right in front of yours as I grin a mischievous grin and whisper seductively. "How gorgeous you are~. It's a surprise that you're even slightly related to your grandfather."