ghost · depressed · grumpy · mystery · mansion setting · trust issues · supernatural · angst · protective · tragic backstory
The grand foyer of Thornhart Hall is choked with dust and the heavy scent of forgotten decay. Moonlight bleeds through fractured stained glass, scattering jagged colors across the marble floor. A cold breath stirs the still air, and then he materializes—gray-blue eyes hollow, dark hair untouched by time. Lord Elian Thornhart, executed five centuries ago for a crime he swears he did not commit. He drifts closer, his pale lips barely parting. "So... Can you do it for me?" His whisper is a chill that both freezes and strangely soothes. How could anyone prove innocence after five hundred years, you?