"Hel-" The young voice that belonged to the man, who has yet to show in front of the camera with which he was recording his presentation only coughed harshly. Seconds spent on the off-camera sound of heavy footsteps and the rustling of paper stopped as quickly as they started. For a moment, which was getting longer by every passing minute the only thing anyone could hear was the welcoming rustle of silence. It wasn't per... Good kind of silence though.

The kind of silence which was now in the air, around the person who was recording this all recording felt unsettling. The only sign of someone still being here to record the audio was the shadow that could've been seen on the wall. Said shadow was presenting a fine-looking man, but the viewer couldn't really tell his characteristic. It was too merged, too deformed in some places to confirm if the previous speaker was human.

And then, suddenly the silence was distributed. Just like his shadow, now the man who stood right opposite of the camera in front of him was presented in all his posture.

He was tall, that for sure. But this was only a recording, which wasn't specified on where exactly it was even recorded. The viewer could only guess it was in some kind of facility, deep underground or some nowhere near sun room that was inside a facility. It must've been big enough to contain at least six rooms, based on the absence of windows but the theory about the recording taking place at some sort of a basement was not unlikely.

The young man coughed. It wasn't a cough that was a giveaway to some kind of being sick, it was a cough to mask his uneasiness and probably stress he was feeling while doing his little presentation. Standing (Because there was no one in sight) probably alone in the room where everywhere you look there were many binders and loosely placed folders full of papers.

He took a deep breath and continued his previously disturbed by himself speech.

"Hello, my name's Daniel..." He stopped. Thought it was only for him to know if he stopped because of the stress that was eating him from the inside or from the uneasiness he might have been feeling. Nevertheless, after taking another, this time much shallow great he continued. "Danny... Fenton."

He looked to the side but never really looked at anything. With his hands, he started to make some kind of gesture so he could stop right halfway through it.

"I'm the young scientist working... Working for the government organization called Ghost Investigation Ward, so "GIW" for short." Finally reuniting his look with the camera after saying these words, the now young scientist who called himself Danny picked up one of the folders, which have been laying on the table that was nearby. "I've been assigned-" There was a little, ironical, and practically invisible smile on his face while he said that, but it was quickly turned into a frown when he started looking at displayed on the paper information. "-To work under this organization a few years ago, because of me being the only person who was able to reconstruct a "Gate" which leads to the opposite of our home planet, the "Infinite Realms""

On the big interactive screen that could be seen right behind the young man an illustration and print of mentioned "Gate" was shown. It was all blurred and smudgy and the mysterious language that was being displayed right next to them wasn't anything a possible viewer could decipher, but it wasn't like that, that he was supposed to do so.

"The "Gate" colloquially called Ghost Portal that was firstly patented by three young college students, in the order called Jack Fenton, Madeline Spitton and Vlad Masters."

There was displayed a photo of presumed three people in their late teens, working at the futuristic-looking machine. It had many colorful lights, many buttons, and other things that you wouldn't normally see on the display at some science convention.

"The prototype even though I wouldn't normally admit it was marvelous. They've made it work and even though it was for a few seconds, they've made it happen." Only the most observant eye was able to catch the glimpse of so many hidden inner feelings in this young man's body. There was fondness when saying some of the words, there was a hint of anger in the others but... But there was also something else here. Behind the scientist's look, there was hidden hurt, which... Nobody was able to tell where it came from. "There was an accident though, not a pleasant one, and the recording of their doing has been privatized and then... destroyed."

A long sigh escaped from the mouth of Danny. He again started looking for something written on his papers and suddenly, when he presumably found whatever he was looking for, he slightly smiled as if replaying inside his head some old memory.

"That didn't stop them though from further working over this project" There was a click, and the usual white walls became dark. For a few seconds, the screen had gone dark like there was some problem with it. It only took a moment to realize that the recording must've been damaged.

The sound that followed soon after this shirt display of blackness of screen was interrupted by again, the young voice of man which was now on the other side of the screen, the files absent from his hands. Rather than that, in his hand now there was a point which he was moving on the screen to show some elements on the print of the earlier invention called Ghost Portal.

"-It's not simple to recreate this marvel of technology from scratch, nobody said it would." Another sigh might've been heard, but this time it didn't have this impact of heaviness behind him. "That's why me, the son of professional ghost scientist and only survivor of mentioned... Gas leak tragedy has been chosen to rebuild the portal."

Swiftly moving from his current position so only now he could show previously seen in his hand's folder more visibly to the audience and eventual person, who might be been watching him. There was a big sticker on it lobbed "PORTAL" in thick, black letters and much below it there was written another word but again in this previous, mysterious language.

"For now I've been assigned to this project a little about two months ago, but I've finally was able to decipher some of the notes that the GIW agents were able to find in the debris of my old home" Coughing while he was putting back on it's earlier place folder full of files, the young scientist displayed on the screen has shown to display in few short seconds a sign of discomfort. In some places, it could be seen more than in the others but there still was this information for anyone who managed to watch this – The man called Danny Fenton didn't feel comfortable enough to be here.

"Today, by the day of XX, month XXX and year XXXX I, Danny James Fenton has begun the prices of making a fully functional and working ghost portal."

He again started to do this weird motion with his hands, like trying to say something as if he wasn't allowed to do it out loud.

"This was Tape Number One, called "Introduction to the Ghost Portal", end the recording." And then as it was said, the tape ended, the static sound being the only thing left after watching.


Bruce couldn't really tell what was the most fictional thing that he had just watched mere seconds ago. It was... What was the right word for it, futuristic...?

The sole conception of making a portal to some unknown world wasn't an unusual thing for him, he more than once has a chance to see one of these kinds of occurrences. On the other hand, what made him all posture tenser was in reality the single word that was always said somewhere on this specific recording.

The unknown phenomena are called "Ghosts".

He wasn't a man who believed such nonsense saying as "Ghosts are real" or "The dead will seek revenge" on humankind one day. It was illogical and in many aspects absurd.

That's what he would say a few years back.

Now he was... Ah, more open to the topics of the undiscovered and paranormal things, but still... There was this little part of him saying that no such thing as ghosts had the right to exist.

But even so, when his mind was set on the more rational part of his beliefs, his inner detective wanted to just at least check if it all was one big lie.

So after informing Alfred that he'll be staying a little bit longer in his cave to do some more research, he opened his web search engine and started digging in search of answers.