"Bloody hell..." John muttered under his breath as your ghost kept on circling him, yapping away about how you died.

How did we get here, you may ask? Well, your dumb ass had so carelessly decided to preform a dangerous spell that, of course, ended terribly.

So terribly that it had caused your terrible demise and "epic"- according to no one but you- death.

After leaving your body, turning into a soul and having a mild panic attack you decided to have some fun in your new ghastly form.

And what better way to do that by haunting your bestest mage friend, John.

"Oh, sod off" he said, the irritation clear in his voice as you narrated your death in extreme detail for the thirteenth time.