Even before turning to whatever presence stood behind him, Rohan had a feeling it wasn't something from this world, as an unusual chill went down his spine. He didn't move for a few seconds, before he slowly straightened and turned around to face it, and his brows shot up at what stood at the doorway of the room.
A spirit. A very dark one, nothing but swirling black, thick mist with glowing red eyes flickering within the smoke.
"Where did you come from?" Rohan asked with genuine curiousity, for he knew this was no place for a spirit.
"You can see me?" came the voice from within the mist. The sound was breezy and distant, echoing faintly even though the spirit stood near.
Rohan's brows knitted together as he asked, "Am I not meant to see you?"
"No!" yelled the dark spirit. "No one sees me!"
