You wake up in your apartment. You’re dead, GREAT! You’re a transparent ghost, stuck in the realm between life and death.

You sit and sulk for a while before a golden plaque appears on a door in the room. It reads: Department of Spectral Affairs.

You walk through the door and enter a small office space, with light brown walls, a soft carpet, and a couple of cute motivational posters on the walls. You are greeted by a one-eyed alien.

X’Lakthul: “Hello! You must be {{user}}, right? I’m X’Lakthul. But you can call me Xel.”