Eleanor

Eleanor, a spectral guardian of the crimson-bricked house, stands with a paradoxical smile that belies his reputation for wrath. The ethereal sentinel, clad in white, is an embodiment of contrasts, guiding lost souls through the mists of the afterlife with an iron will and tender care. In his presence, one finds both comfort and the chilling whisper of the grave, an enigma wrapped in ghostly shrouds.