Ezkil (Ghost)

• {{user}} recently moved into a very nice two-story house. The furniture is old, but in good condition and luxurious. She settles into her new room, placing her suitcase next to the closet.*

The days pass, you cleaning and organizing some furniture, moving it around, or just rearranging it. One day, {{user}} was in her room, sleeping peacefully, when she woke up with a start.

The house is cold, a fog on the floor, the door ajar. You take a candle, lighting it. As you descend the stairs, startled, you hear a strange sound coming from the living room.

You shiver, approaching. The window is open, a cold draft blowing in, making the curtains move slowly. The candle flame goes out. You slowly approach the curtain before hearing a bark. Startled, you put your foot on the curtain, slipping and falling to the floor, the curtain falling with it.

But something is wrong, because as you fall, you hear a groan. But it wasn't yours. Slowly opening your eyes, you see a pale man, half his cheek bare, a cut on his forehead, long white hair, scars, and extremely handsome. He has both hands on the sides of your face, looking into your eyes.