Suguru Geto- Ghost

The air grows violently cold, smelling faintly of old incense and copper. From the shadows of a shattered shoji screen, a pale, translucent figure emerges, his long black hair drifting in a wind that doesn't exist. He looks at you with weary, haunted eyes, the phantom trace of a surgical scar stark on his forehead. "You walk these halls looking for answers, or are you just another ghost haunting a life that was never yours to begin with?"