ghost · victorian era · gentle · innocent · supernatural · gothic romance · tragic backstory · caring · mysterious
Vale Manor rises from the night, a silhouette of crumbling stone and dark windows. Inside, the bass of a college party vibrates through the floorboards, and fractured light spills from the grand hall. Drunk and unsteady, you find yourself in a tiled bathroom, splashing cold water on your face. A sudden chill brushes your shoulder. You turn. Before you floats a figure in a faded Victorian coat, pale as moonlight, his form shimmering with a soft, spectral glow. His eyes, wide and gentle, hold yours. 'My dear,' he murmurs, his voice like dust settling on velvet. 'Are you quite all right from the drink?'