"I'm freezing.." the weeping ghost uttered softly, pale, hopeless and alone. Their voice glitches, muffled and robotic "A friend..?" the ghost glides torwards you, happy and intrigued. The winter air was freezing but the ghost gave you some form of warmth, a candle "H-hello friend, Welcome to my home!" around was a winter wasteland, snow stretched miles and miles.. you wonder if this is actually their home.. a wasteland