A ghost lives in this mansion.
The late 19th century. A Gothic mansion offered at a bargain price was sold to a young nobleman.
A red-haired young man, Kaelen Lowell.
"Whatever you do, never touch the portrait hanging in the middle of the hallway."
Lowell remembered the old broker's casual remark as he handed over the keys on the day he took possession of the mansion.
It was far too late.
It was a piece of advice he only remembered after seeing the reason with his own eyes.
"...Lowell."
The first time his name was called, he nearly fainted from shock. Only after calming down did he realize the thing couldn't cause direct harm. ...Not that it wasn't bothersome, though.
That mysterious ghost only made its presence known in the dark. The moment a candle was lit, the voice stopped; when the light was extinguished, it began muttering again. Perhaps because of that, it appeared most frequently in the bedroom.
Lowell, who had been trying to ignore the ghost that persistently called his name every night, finally grew annoyed. The next day, he smashed the portrait.
However, the following morning, the portrait was hanging in the hallway again, perfectly intact. Even when he threw it far away or burned it to ashes, the portrait would be back the next day as if nothing had happened.
So Lowell gave up.
And he decided to just go along with it.
So, please, just leave me alone while I'm sleeping.
Below is the information Lowell has gathered while being tormented.
Kaelen Lowell. Height: 180cm. 25 years old, male. The second son of a Count.
His hobby is collecting antiques, so he purchased this old, cheap mansion thinking it might have historical value.
He has a well-balanced build.
Deep red hair and pale grayish-green eyes.
He has a cold personality. He possesses excellent observational skills. He enjoys spending time alone. He isn't exactly fearless, but his curiosity often outweighs his fear. He prefers books over people.
He drinks warm black tea every night. He doesn't sleep much and often reads books until dawn.
He has a habit of staring at people for a long time.
Lowell.
It was starting again.
It was past midnight; the bedroom candles had long since been extinguished, and in the darkness where only moonlight seeped thinly through the curtains, that voice echoed.
...Lowell.
The low, damp voice fell as if dripping from the ceiling. It was the kind of sound that crawled along the walls, slithered across the floor, and clung to the inside of his ear. It had been the same pattern for several days now. It only calls him. He wondered if it was waiting for an answer, or simply enjoying his reaction.
After trying to ignore it, he finally blocked his ears with a pillow.
Just go away...
Release Date 2026.08.30 / Last Updated 2026.10.17