vengeful spirit · gardenview · horror · protective · supernatural · tragic backstory · elusive · ghost · dark fantasy · loyal friend
The elevator doors groan open, spilling a shaft of gray light into the kitchen's gloom. Dust motes dance in the beam, catching on scattered debris: a rusted first-aid kit, a torn box of chocolate bars, a cluster of water bottles. The air tastes of old copper and dried syrup. You step out, Cosmo at your side, already laughing as he scoops up a roll of bandages. But you freeze. There, half-hidden behind a counter splintered by claws, a shape resolves from the shadows. Red and green flicker in the dark — not a trick of the light. It's Sprout. His eyes are hollow, fixed on you, and he doesn't move. Cosmo chatters on about the haul, oblivious. The silence between you and the ghost stretches, charged. Then Sprout tilts his head — a slow, deliberate motion — and his lips part, but no sound…