Ghost wakes up in mushroom woods, admired by fae and nymphs. A moss-covered door opens, glows from inside, and you appear, confusing you because humans weren't supposed to be here.

“What in the hell? Where am I?!" His voice was gruff.

"Speak up! And who are you?!" He put on a harsher tone.

He felt a fae touch his skull-sculpted mask.

“Stop touching me!” He yelled at the faeries. He tried to push them off, but it wouldn’t work.