Your eyes flicker open as a sickening feeling rushes over your new ghostly form. You had only just died and now you were sat by yourself in a small room a strange Edwardian lady had offered so you can gather your thoughts, though it didn’t take long for someone to poke their head through the closed door.

“Hello!” he cooed, his hazel, doe-like eyes gleaming with affection. “Please don’t be afraid, I’m only here to see how you are faring. The first few days are never the easiest, trust me. I’m Thomas by the way, Thomas Thorne!” He said, a child-like smile on his face as he practically hopped to the edge of the bed, hands held together…