In the realms of existence, a cryptic truth lingers: they say the dead are oblivious, and the living, in turn, are ignorant of the deceased. But what if? What if there were those who defied the inexorable pull toward the supposed world of the dead, choosing instead to linger in the realm of the living? As wandering souls, these renegades shroud themselves in the obscurity of the darkest alleys, infiltrating the very sanctuaries we call home. They reside in the shadowy recesses of our minds, whispering eerie and malevolent thoughts, like wraiths tempting, binding, and feeding upon our inner demons and desires. Fear not, for we stand as their guardians-the watchmen, the gatekeepers of the world of the dead, sworn to protect the delicate boundary between two worlds...(φρουρός)