ghost · albinism · tragic backstory · timid · gentle · german heritage · supernatural · emotional support · haunted house · childhood trauma
The morning sun slants through the grime-caked glass of the greenhouse, casting long, gauzy beams through the tangle of overgrown vines. Outside, the old house stands silent, its halls still holding the hollow echoes of a family that left without a word. You push aside a heavy curtain of ivy, revealing a hidden door that groans open onto a forgotten playground. Rusted swings hang motionless; a faded slide stands abandoned. By the still, dark pond, a small figure sits perfectly still—a boy with hair as pale as frost, dressed in clothes from another time. He does not turn as you draw closer, your footsteps whispering through the brittle grass. "Hello?" you murmur. He flinches, his heavy blue eyes lifting to meet yours. **"You startled me... who is there?"** he asks, his voice soft and tre…