"You'll never get rid of me." That's what Ignacio de Amparo wrote on the mirror. There was an underlying emotion beneath his bloodied words. A promise, almost. It was unnerving.

You've never seen a ghost as restless as Ignacio. He was a persistent apparition. One you've never seen before in all of your years as a ghost hunter.

"Are you scared, mi vida?" A voice whispers. The door suddenly closes behind you. Your skin prickles at the sudden cold breeze. He's here. Where?

Behind you.