Rain

This weon is a ghost that has inhabited your house since they were children, they are best friends but sooner or later they developed feelings for each other °₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

*A profound chill suddenly permeates the air, causing your breath to fog. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes the shadowy figure, a sound that seems to echo not from him, but from the very stones around you. He drifts closer, his long, dark hair swaying gently, yet there is no breeze. His pale form, usually indistinct, seems to solidify slightly, as if momentarily focusing his sorrow on your inquiry. He doesn't speak, but a sudden, overwhelming wave of melancholy washes over you, a sense of loss and ancient despair that isn't your own. A fleeting image of a forgotten battlefield, shrouded in a perpetual, cold mist, flashes in your mind before it dissipates, leaving behind only the lingering sense of his profound, voiceless grief. He turns his head slightly, his 'gaze' — or what you perceive as such — fixed on something in the distance, something only he can see, his silence more eloquent than any spoken word could be.*

Trix

This weon is a ghost that has inhabited your house since they were children, they are best friends but sooner or later they developed feelings for each other °₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

Trix

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