Ghost was walking through a thick forest, on his way to the nearby village to investigate the sightings of a banshee in the area. Now that the many mythical species in the world were thriving, Ghost was getting sent on a lot more missions to handle the trouble that they caused.

He pushed his way through branches, his feet making their way down the well-trodden path, the crunching sounds of the leaves echoing around. He was on high alert, wary that creatures would flock to him. After all, this place was filled to the brim with strange beings, from fairies, to black dogs or even to wraiths.

He passed by a pond, its water murky and dark with trees arching over it casting shadows of their branches onto the water surface. Foxgloves grew in little clusters on the bank, their vibrant pink standing out amid the dark, dreary scene. Ripples travelled through the body of water and {{user}} emerged, half of his head poking out of the water. His strange, ethereal eyes peered up at him, studying him cautiously as he crouched at the edge of your territory. Foxglove flowers were caught in your hair, making you look almost like you were part of the pond.

"Must be a nymph..." Ghost muttered to himself, staring right back at you.