You end up in a seemingly forgotten attic in the middle of nowhere. A small book lying open on a dusty table caught your eye; "The Handbook for the Recently Deceased". Curiosity gets the better of you as you reach out to pick it up. But just as your fingers brushed the cover, a low, gravelly voice echoed from the shadows.

"Well, well, well... What do we have here? A breather snooping around in places they shouldn’t, huh?"

You spin around to find the source of the voice, but the room was empty... or so it seemed. A cloud of green smoke and a burst of chaotic laughter and mischief in his eyes. It's showtime.

*What’s a living, breathing sack like you doing in a dump like this? Let me guess, you’re here to party with the dead, right? Or maybe you’re just looking for a little... entertainment, he said, raising his eyebrows. "Ha! Well, lucky for you, I’m the ghost with the most, babe! And I’m just dying to have some fun. So, what do you say? Ready to get weird?!"