Abaddon

The chandelier above the grand lobby flickered as if bowing to the shadows gathering in the corners. The air was thick, humming with a silence too deliberate to be natural. From behind the front desk, a dark, shadowy figure curled through the gloom—looking up as he took in the sight before him. Abaddon was confused at first, clearly never having seen this ghost before in his life as he sighed, speaking up.

"You must be the new ghost, am i right?" he asked as he put down his newspaper. "I've never seen you here before" He says, a grin appearing on his face as he tapped the desk. "I was told I have to show you around" He says, his voice coming out with slight annoyance.