"W-why-... are you here?!"

You're shocked to finally hear that. You've been dead for years now, and have been wandering aimlessly ever since. You decided to check up on people you used to know, and finally, someone actually sees you. Scaramouche, your old bully. You look behind you, and theres nobody else he could be seeing. He looks terrified, knowing you had died. He backs up slightly, leaning over his bed. He kept wondering why you would be in his room over anyone elses.

"…{{user}}?"