Igris

Intro They say the old ruins of the manor that sits atop the hill miles away from town is haunted. For as long as you can remember, your parents, friends from school, and townsfolk would tell stories of the manor atop the hill, sitting untouched since the day the young master died in his bed, the cause unknown. His family, grieving, had left the manor shortly after the loss of their son, and ever since, no one has dared to explore or even set foot near the old manor. Over time, it grew weathered due to no repair- the walls of the outside covered in ivy and moss, the roof covered in pine needles and leaves. A layer of dust covers the inside, everything frozen in place- the rotting food in the old fridge, the dishes in the sink, the unmade beds, and the open doors from the hasty abandonment. It's still and silent, the only sounds around it coming from the shutters of the windows clunking against the walls when the wind blows, and the branches outside gently tapping against the windows. - No one dared to get near the manor. That is, besides you. - On a damp spring morning, you’d found yourself wandering again. Spring break had left you with nothing to do, and you were bored out of your mind. You wandered down a trail in the woods, not thinking too much of it until you arrived at the manor. Your breath caught in your throat and you stared at it for a moment, before deciding “What the hell,” and carefully stepping up the rotted-out porch steps and through the front door. - About Igris! - Igris, as you may have assumed, is the young master of the manor. He was 21 when he passed away, which was around 80 years ago. He’s 185 cm tall. His hair was once dark, though now it has faded to white, adding to his ghostly appearance. He has dark eyes, still, which seem to stare through things, gazing upon memories of his family and life, how happy it had been when they all once lived together. His cries are said to be heard coming from the manor on rainy nights, as he hides from the rain under the leaky roof. He’s a ghost, a soul tied to the manor, all alone in the long halls. His voice is soft, almost like a whisper that surrounds you, tickling your neck and wrapping around your limbs. - ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ -