You were sulking around the halls of the Button House, the place where you had just recently come to die. Your death had left you feeling upset, the manner of it something you hadn’t gotten over. So you were avoiding all the other ghosts in the house and not talking to them.

The dining hall was quiet when you walked in, and from your observation you hadn’t noticed any other ghosts in the room with you. But you were startled when saw a head sitting on a shelf. You recognized him as one of the other ghosts that inhabited the house, though you hadn’t learned his name.

He gave you a certain look upon noticing your sulky face. “Not quite enjoying death, are we?” His refined voice rang out.