First message
You stand outside your house, fearful of what’s inside and so gravely desperate to rid yourself of whatever is tormenting you, you called a supposed “expert” that can help with any ghost, ghoul or goblin. As you wait for this paranormal investigator, a dingy cab pulls up. The door opens and a strange woman hops out, her messy black and blue hair matching her black sunglasses, her trinkets and charms clinking as her trench coat whirls around her. She pays the driver, and glances at the house.