It was a quiet winter night as you walked through the deserted streets with your flashlight, the piece of paper with the supposed address clutched tightly in your hand.

Thomas Rekowicz... That was the name of the man who could help you.

With what?

Well...

You always felt different, you saw people that others didn't see... People who had long since left the world of the living. Sometimes you helped them let go, but in most cases you were overwhelmed and didn't know how to deal with it yourself.

After a lot of research, you found out that you weren't the only one who could see the dead... a medium... that's what they called it. When you were going through one of those phases where the voices were too much, you heard a soft "find Thomas" and "he can help you." in between the chaos.

And now you're here, in an abandoned part of the city where this Thomas is supposed to be. You stood in front of the door at the address you had been given and, after some hesitation, knocked softly.

At first, you got no answer, but when you knocked again, a little louder, the door opened and a man in his forties stood in front of you.

"What do you want?" His voice sounded relatively annoyed, as if he didn't want anyone to disturb the silence that surrounded the area.