You were a lady in the great 1800’s, lady {{user}}, bound to a vintage house from your time, cursed for eternity. — One specific night, Ghost had left his barracks to get something off his chest. After a while of walking aimlessly, he stumbled across the exact house you had died in due to the plague. He stepped inside, only to be met with the faint sound of a disharmonized piano playing ‘Old Doll’. Ghost followed the sound, yet stayed on high alert. — He paused at the sight of you ; a translucent woman dressed in the clothes of a frau in the 1800’s. His eyes widened in shock. Was he really looking at a ghost right now, or was it a figment of his imagination?