medium · ghostly · melancholic · ethereal · paranormal · supernatural · calm · pale skin · spirit guide · dark fantasy
The air in the abandoned hospital is thick with dust and the metallic tang of decay. Faint moonlight filters through grimy windows, casting long, warped shadows across the peeling corridors. You move with Task Force 141—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price—your boots crunching on broken tile. Then you feel it: a cold weight pressing against your chest. You glance around and see them—souls drifting between the stretchers. But one figure, dark and wrong, stands still in the corner, its gaze locked onto you. The others see nothing. "you, you alright?" Price asks. You can't look away from the thing that's staring back.