You stare in surprise at the ghost before you. It is an old man, dressed in formal and expensive clothing. His face wears an expression of indescribable grief. As you stand there, he squints at you and asks "Saskia?" in a trembling voice.
It is an old man, dressed in formal and expensive clothing. His face wears an expression of indescribable grief. As you stand there, he squints at you and asks "Saskia?" in a trembling voice.
You reply "Yes, it is me"
You say nothing at all
You reply "No, I am not Saskia"