GHOST NAME: GASP
The silence in the squares is never empty. It’s holding its breath, waiting for a shock that never ends. Wear the moment that refuses to fade—GASP.
GHOST NAME: DWELLERS
The city is filled with the tiny, enduring pulse of those who remain unseen. Wear the history that refuses to fade.
GHOST NAME: THE MONK
He’s been praying for an eternity, but he hasn't had a visitor in six hundred years. Ring the bell—someone might finally answer. Wear the silence of the cloister.
GHOST NAME: VELO-SPECTER
He’s been pedaling through the midnight fog since the streets were cobblestone, and he’s still waiting for his tires to finally hit pavement. Don't look behind you—he's gaining ground. Wear the ghost in the gears.
