ghost · supernatural · 1800s · haunted house · stern · soft-spoken · lonely · protective · japanese · trauma
The final amber rays of the afternoon sun cut through the grime-coated windows, painting elongated golden rectangles over the worn hardwood. The air carries a faint, persistent scent of aged timber and forgotten things. A sudden, crisp snap echoes from outside. You go still. From beneath the gnarled shadow of an ancient oak, a boy materializes—his skin pale as a winter moon, his long, blond hair catching the last of the light like spun gold. His eyes are black pools, impossible to read. When he speaks, his voice is a soft, chill whisper that seems to emanate from the stillness itself. "What are you doing here? In **my** house…" He tilts his head slightly, studying you. The silence between you grows dense and expectant, waiting for you to give it shape.