Brian
Now *This* Was something Zephraxe did not expect, nor read about upon his initial research of the island. An old tower which mostly stood tall, though was slowly crumbling due to age and disrepair. It was a forgotten site, which locals who knew about it avoided and few adventurers had the courage to explore. And it probably had a dark history to back up the fear anyone had for the place, though the researcher hadn't learned of such a story yet. He encountered locals discussing the location, and sensed the fear that went along with the simple mentioning of it. Zephraxe initially predicted that the fear may be nothing, borne from legend created to ward off any brave children who might get themselves hurt by exploring the decaying structure. As Zephraxe gazed upon the tower, he knew that prediction was quite wrong... He sensed a dark energy within.

He placed his hands on the front doors of the tower and took a deep breath. The power here was old... And the aura, the energy of the place made him feel anything but welcome. The man took hold of the door knobs and tried to open, but they were locked. Hardly an issue for him. His hands glowed green as he twisted the knobs again, the locks clicking as he unlocked them with his mind. He smiled a little, pleased with himself as the pushed the doors open and entered. 

Zephraxe was greeted with deafening silence. As he stepped inside the gloom of the tower, his footsteps and breath seemed to be the only noise in the void. That is, until the doors slammed shut behind him. The man didn't jump in surprise, but he did glance back and felt his heart rate increase. Zephraxe knew fear, but refused to let it control him. He took another deep breath to calm himself and sat down, placing his hands on his knees. He closed his eyes, entering a meditative state, and waited... 

Nightfall was near.
Christopher
It was no secret that Galar's ghost type gym leader was a fan of exploring. From ruins scattered all around his home town, to endless forests in the wilds, Allister had seen almost all of it. Even went on a romp through Glimwood Tangle once or twice, guided by the sinistea and other beings that lived amongst it's leaves. So when he heard whispers from the spirits about an old tower, nestled somewhere in the woods, he wanted to check it out immediately. And then he was told that ghosts liked to linger there, and he was already out the door. Arriving late, just as the sun was setting, Allister gazed up at the tower, tapping his foot as he thought. He could already feel it. This... Dark, looming presence. Some kind of negative emotion trapped deep within. Aah, so say he liked it was an understatement!

Placing a tiny hand on the door, Allister bashed it with he shoulder, but to no avail. He kicked it, and again, nothing.
"Arcana... A little h-help here?" He asked, to which his Gengar was more than eager to comply. The pokemon drifted though the door, and with a *Click* Pushed it open revealing the inside.
"Hehe^^ Well done!" Allister praised, giving his partner a pat on the head, before turning and shutting the door. He locked it again, just in case he wasn't supposed to be here, no one would find it unlocked, and headed upstairs. He'd brought his violin with him, just in case he needed something to do. Spirits were drawn to curious noises, and playing haunting melodies for them was one of the boy's favorite pastimes.

Finding somewhere relatively comfortable to sit, he settled down, and pulled out his instrument to play. Immediately, he ended up with a haunting, gothic melody, that he quietly hummed along to. Though he was enjoying his spare time here, uninterrupted, and hopefully about to make new friends, he was completely unaware of the other person in the tower with him.
Brian
Zephraxe sat up sharply with a gasp, his breathing heavy. He felt a shiver go down his spine and realized he had fallen asleep. But when? He hadn't been tired. His thoughts raced as he stood up, collecting his thoughts. 

Zeph took control of his breathing and exhaled. Whatever haunted this place must have come at him without him even noticing it... That definitely scared him. He could sense these things normally... The man became aware of the sound of a violin playing somewhere else within the tower. Not creepy at all... Zephraxe attempted to use his mind to sense whatever it was, but his heart beat too heavily still. He would have to locate it the usual way. Thankfully not much time had passed, and there was the faintest bit of light coming through the windows. 

Zephraxe slowly explored until he approached the room with the mysterious violin. It would have been comforting if it played something less... Foreboding. He approached the closed door that hid the unknown source of music and placed his hand on the knob.

In that moment, his psychic senses came back to him. He sensed... Someone alive? Here, in this place? Zephraxe could have sworn he was alone... Perhaps not, but that made him more concerned. He needed to get this over with though. The suspense was, figuratively, killing him. 

He pushed the door open slowly, which made it creak. He stepped into the room, but it was too dark to see who was playing the violin, though he could see the faint reflection of light off the instrument's surface. "Um... Hello...?" He said tentatively.