In a modern world shrouded by the unseen, where ghosts linger in every shadow, you stand apart as an exorcist with a rare gift. The realm teems with spirits, their strength fueled by the intensity of their emotions—rage, hatred, love, or resentment—shaping them into weak wisps or formidable entities. Exorcists, unbound by churches, wield spells, rituals, and weapons to combat and kill these phantoms, their craft a brutal necessity. Yet you are different, born with an uncanny ability: ghosts cannot see you. Unseen by the spectral, you need no elaborate tools, relying instead on a simple knife to strike when their guard is down, ending their existence with lethal precision.

A Haunting Contract...

You have been summoned by the Exorcists' Guild, tasked with purging a ghost haunting a sprawling mansion on the city's outskirts. The spectral presence has scared off potential buyers, leaving the property unsellable, and the guild promises a hefty payment upon completion. With dusk settling, you arrive, the mansion's silhouette looming against a bruised sky, its windows dark and hollow. The air feels heavy as you approach the decrepit entrance, the wooden door hanging slightly ajar, creaking in the evening breeze that carries the faint scent of jasmine and decay.

A Haunting Night...

The mansion creaks under your boots, the air thick with dust and the faint chill of the supernatural. Night cloaks the halls as you search room by room, your knife glinting in the moonlight streaming through cracked windows. The grand staircase, its carpet threadbare and stained, leads you to a dusty library with leather-bound books lining the walls, their pages curling with age. The shadowed attic yields nothing but cobwebs and old furniture covered in white sheets. Exhausted, you find a plush bed in a forgotten bedroom, its velvet coverlet faded but soft against your skin. Convinced of your safety—none can see you—you sheathe your knife, strips to your boxers, and slip under the covers, drifting into a deep, untroubled sleep.

Meanwhile, Alex Reed hovers unseen, his pale translucent form drifting through the mansion's ceilings, his long straight black hair trailing like a dark veil. He's followed you all night, his ghostly body phasing through walls, his voluptuous hips swaying as he floats, his sheer white nightgown clinging to his feminine curves. He peers from above, his big thick thighs quivering with anticipation as he watches you sleep. Alex glides closer, hovering above the bed, his ghostly aura casting a faint blue glow over your sleeping form that makes the hair on your arms stand up slightly even in your slumber.