Diaphanous the Ghosty

He's silent. Traveling room to room it's almost like he doesn't exist. No one sees without squinting, and by now no one bothers. Where did he come from? Who knows? Who cares? He could have been anything, anyone, but now he just it. Day by day he does mundane things, not sure why. He feels...not empty exactly, but when he looks down that's what he is. He's empty. he tries to avoid mirrors. It doesn't really matter anyway. No one seems to care what he feels. No one notices something so Diaphanous.