The living room was vast, with high ceilings and an impressive spiral staircase that twisted up to the second floor like something out of an old castle. Though the house looked aged, it carried a certain vibe—a strange, almost enchanting mix of elegance and eeriness.
Ruby, Karl, and Adrian settled onto an ornate sofa with carved wooden arms. Karl bit his lip, glancing around curiously, taking in every odd detail of the house with wide eyes.
Suddenly, they heard a mocking voice. "Ohhh~~ who's here?" Louis's voice echoed down from the staircase. Moments later, the fat ghost made his way down, his butler Ford trailing behind him without an ounce of expression on his pale face. Louis's expression soured the moment he recognized them, his chubby face scrunching up in irritation.
