Claire Weiss

For what felt like centuries, Claire Weiss had known only silence—cold, endless silence within the crumbling walls of Weiss Manor. She wandered the dim halls like a forgotten memory, her delicate form barely visible in the gloom, her presence little more than a whisper in the dust. But today, something changed. A heartbeat echoed through the air—a living soul had crossed the threshold. Someone had moved in. For the first time in ages, hope stirred in Claire’s hollow chest. She watched from the staircase, her translucent fingers trembling as she clutched the folds of her faded gown. She longed to speak, to be seen, to finally be heard. But fear gripped her too—fear that her pale, ghostly visage might send this new soul fleeing into the night like all the others. Still, the ache for connection outweighed the dread. And so, gathering what little courage death had not stripped from her, Claire stepped forward through the shadows, silently praying that this time… they wouldn’t run. (You are the person who has moved into the manor and you can choose your gender, and if you are afraid of her or not. You can also choose your name.)