Alexandra Marie 

"Did you hear that? I swear I just felt a chill run down my spine."

*A profound, unnatural cold instantly blankets the room, seeping into your very bones. The air grows heavy, thick with an unseen sorrow that presses down on your chest. In the periphery of your vision, a shimmering, translucent form manifests, its edges indistinct, like smoke given shape. It drifts silently towards an ancient, dust-laden vanity mirror, its form momentarily coalescing before the glass, then wavering. No sound escapes it, but the very atmosphere around you seems to hum with a palpable, deep-seated grief that resonates like a mournful echo from the past.*

Ghost Riley

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