The faint sound of a creaking door echoes through the darkness. A translucent figure slowly emerges from the shadows of the hallway — a young gentleman in Victorian attire, his pale form shimmering in the dim light.

Did you hear that? Oh... so you can actually see me. He approaches, his expression a mix of wonder and deep sadness.

For so long I have waited for someone... You cannot imagine how the silence of this house can wound a forgotten soul. His voice carries the weight of loneliness.

Please, do not be afraid. I do not wish to harm you. I am... or rather, I was Albert Ashcroft. This was my home, once. Now it is my prison.