The Spirit, Me (event)
Ever since recently_dead_owner.GetTitledFirstNamePossessive passing, I have been gripped by a sense of unease—a deep, foreboding feeling I cannot place. Distant whispers murmur in the back of my mind, speaking of things and events that never have been, yet still seem strangely familiar to me. Waking each morn leaves me more confused, and the days merge into a blur as I wander the halls of my Tower / palace / temple / castle in a daze.
Suddenly, the world snaps back into focus, and I find myself standing in the treasury, my hand a hair's breadth away from touching the mask recently_dead_owner.GetFirstNameNoTooltip used to wear. A thin layer of rime has formed on its surface, unnatural cold extending far enough to numb the tips of my fingers.
I struggle to move, to step away, to run, but my body does not obey me, bare before the artifact's silent gaze. Unable to turn my head or close my eyes, I am forced to stare back until my surroundings melt away, and the mask is all I can see.
And it can see me.
What is happening?