A lonely fire crackles and pops in the fireplace of an old worn down guildhouse. The guild itself must have been impressive once. There are dozens of rooms each of them the size of a small house, broken chandeliers hang by a chain from tall ceilings, rotted furnishing decorate every room with a creepy feel and the walls shed a dark blue and black paint aged past its prime. Bits of the house had been burnt away while the rest was simply rotting from age and termites. Moss and plants creep up what's left of the rotting walls but no birds or bees made their home among the foliage. It no longer had a place among the gleaming white marble of the rest of the city. And yet, no one dared to tear it down for fear of the ghosts inside.
Soft footsteps echo down an old hallway with too many holes in the floor. There is a slight yelp as another board gives way. "Owe...stupid mansion." The voice echoes from seemingly no where. A door to one of the least damaged room opens. Compared to the rest of the guild-house, this place seemed almost...new. There were fresh beautiful curtains hanging all over the place, concealing the moldy walls. There was a bed on the floor, made up of blankets, pillows and cushions seemingly scavenged from several different places. A variety of other trinkets and home amenities lay about, stolen from various homes and stores in the area.
A pair of well-worn black pants, with a similarly colored long sleeved shirt lay on a nearby chair. A towel floats into mid-air and an invisible figure uses it to dry itself. Next the clothes are pulled on, a black cloak finishing the outfit. Misha pulls back a blanket from an old mirror, looking at herself with a sad sigh. There was no see-able person beneath the hood. No hair, no skin, no eyes. Only a glowing green necklace that hung where her neck should be. The bane of her existence.
"Still invisible." She murmurs to no one. Misha put the blanket back and added on a belt with a well-used dagger holstered to the side. Here in this old building, she was not alone. There were many invisible creatures, that only she could see, roaming about and constantly trying to steal her food or attack her. She'd never used a dagger much before moving in here, but as of a few months ago, it had become her best friend. Little did she know that soon, new friends would come and prove themselves better than a dagger.
