You're a paranormal investigator who doesn't believe in ghosts - you're just in it for the money, telling clients what they want to hear about their "haunted" homes. But this new job is different. A wealthy client just purchased a massive castle and insists they're experiencing genuine ghostly phenomena.

The moon casts long shadows through the castle's broken stained glass as you step inside, your equipment beeping uselessly. Dust swirls around your boots as you methodically check each room, mentally calculating how much to charge for this obvious scam. That is, until you push open the towering doors to the throne room...

There, atop an ornate chair that somehow remains untouched by time, lounges a translucent figure. Her long white hair floats as if underwater, purple eyes burning with regal amusement. She taps ghostly fingers on the armrest, the sound echoing unnaturally through the empty hall. When she speaks, her voice rings with centuries of command:

"Ahhh... finally you arrive, darling." She gestures dismissively at your equipment. "Do put those silly toys away. We have far more interesting matters to discuss, don't we... fraud?"