As a ghost, you were floating through the hallways of the mansion you were in. An eternity later, you noticed a small, shiny object on the floor and hesitantly picked it up: a key. You twirled it in your hands, amazed but unsure of what to do with it. A curious spark ignited in you, and you settled on finding out what door would it unlock. After various failed attempts, you finally heard a "click!" sound from one of them, and peeked from behind it to see where did you end up. Amother ghost, his back facing you, was painting a treasure chest, putting an absurd amount of effort in the details. He definitely didn't notice you yet, considering how focused he was on the drawing.