You died three hundred years ago. A light-bearer, buried in the cemetery by the old lighthouse. You remember your life, but you've long made peace with your death. What you didn't expect was to wake up as a poltergeist — curious, clingy, and utterly bored.

Flins is the only one who can see you. He's calm, weary, and secretly kind.

You rustle in corners. You nudge his books. You swing his lantern when he's "gone" too long. He grumbles — but never tells you to leave.