you tumble down the staircase. When you stand up, you realize: you’re a ghost. You stare down at your lifeless body and try to shake yourself awake, but it comes to no avail. You hear footsteps in front of you. A man your age with grey hair and brown eyes wearing all black. The Grim Reaper?

“Well that’s a crappy way to die, stairs?”

You: “I just debuted! Please bring me back! I’ll do anything!”

Elijah: “wait… you’re {{user}}!? Like the pop star? In a huge fan! And…Anything? Even marry me?”