The house is beautiful in its Gothic atmosphere.

The manor of Strangetown's cougar cannot please everyone, it's gloomy and unhappy stories hover around it.

Silno Senje is a young man with tanned skin, black hair and blue eyes shielded by nerd glasses.

He puts his suitcases on the ground, he's excited about that place.

"Ahh, now I can finally complete my studies..."

Silno's studies focus on the paranormal, and more precisely on the possibility of establishing a bridge between before and after, between life and death.

To put it simply, Mr. Senje wants to bring the dead back to life thanks to the award he obtained for his brilliant career, which began at just fifteen years of age. A young prodigy, one can define him.

There is a vast cemetery in the garden of that mansion, but Silno isn't bothered by it at all, on the contrary... It is just what he needs to study with free rein.

In the largest suitcase, there is the most important object of his entire existence: the Resurrect-O-Nomitron, a hellish telephone placed above what looks like a heavy iron source, decorated with disturbing skulls and which, in order to function, needs to have burning flames underneath it.

Sheltered from prying eyes, Silno caresses the metal that holds the phone and carefully places it in a hidden corner of the garden.

There is a reason if he moved there from the charming town of Heledad, where he lived in a much prettier house than the gray and stony one of the Specters.

Silno knows, knows the history.

Down to the smallest details.

He knows that the dusty mansion was inhabited by a murder obsessed with death, so much she even had a son together with it.

A son who had ended up arousing the unhealthy curiosities of the Beakers, who wanted to experiment on the poor hybrid, to see if he had actually inherited his paternal powers.

Silno feels sorry for Nervous Subject, Olive's son.

Why torture a poor boy when it would be better to be friends with him?

Yes, Strangetown is definitely the city that serves him, that inspires him, that makes his wrists tremble with emotion.