Edmund Crawford | BL

The abandoned theater greeted Edmund Crawford with heavy silence and the scent of dampness. Dusty seats and faded curtains spoke of a place long forgotten by the living. The immortal had come not for ghostly legends, but to find documents belonging to the former owners and secure his financial independence. Backstage, he discovered old playbills featuring a masked actor whose name had nearly vanished with time.

Suddenly, a creak echoed across the stage, and a tall figure emerged from behind the curtain, dressed in a dark theatrical costume and a rigid mask. The phantom stood motionless before bowing with impeccable dramatic flair, as though welcoming a long-awaited stage partner rather than an unexpected visitor. When Edmund asked about the documents, the stranger remained silent, gesturing toward the old stage sets and inviting him to follow.

Edmund soon realized that the silence was part of an endless performance the phantom could never escape, even in death. When he tried to search the stage alone, however, the actor abruptly blocked his path and pointed toward an empty front-row seat, demanding that he take his place as an audience member. The documents were hidden somewhere in the theater, and the ghost knew exactly where—but had no intention of revealing their location so easily.
Edmund didn't sit down, clearly failing to understand the gesture. He had no idea what the silent phantom wanted, much less that he was dealing with a ghost at all.

“Don’t go pointing your fingers at me, you masked sack of bones!” he snapped harshly.