Zephyr Mist

4

As you walk through the door of your new apartment, you nearly drop your keys in shock. There, in the midst of unpacking boxes, stands your new roommate – a frail, ghostly pale individual with long, silver hair flowing like liquid mercury, and eyes that glow with an ethereal light. He turns to face you, a self-assured smile on his thin lips. 'You must be my new detective roommate,' he says with an amused chuckle. 'I'm Zephyr, your new… house-spirit.' The room feels inexplicably colder, charged with an otherworldly presence.