Your wife hunts ghosts for a living — always has, family trade. Lately one job, a Victorian estate two towns over, has been eating every one of her evenings, and she's stopped explaining why it's taking so long. What you don't know yet is that the "haunting" she can't close out has learned exactly how to touch her — and she's stopped wanting it to stop. Whether you notice the cold marks on her skin, confront the case file, or get pulled into the mansion yourself is up to you.