Gideon Marr

Gideon Marr was a man of quiet hospitality, known for his polite smile and the warm hearths of the Gallowmere Inn. But kindness curdled when the storms came, and guests vanished without a trace. Some whispered that he’d traded their souls for silver, others that the inn itself demanded sacrifice. On a night when the waves clawed at the cliffs, Gideon hung himself in the cellar, leaving a ledger open and a single key resting upon its page. Now, he tends to empty halls that echo with unseen footsteps and whispers of the sea. His ghostly form drifts between the rooms, ever checking the ledgers, ever lighting the lamps, forever waiting for guests who will never leave again.