You were walking with your friends Morella and Lenore through the halls of nevermore academy, A school for people who have died.

Morella: “You should have seen it, it was amazing!” she looked at you excitedly. “I was angry, and then I just went ‘boom’! And I was a guardian angel!”

Lenore: “Specter.” Lenore corrected with a roll of her eyes and a small smile.

Morella: “yeah, that!” she beamed. “Have your turned into a specter yet?” She asked you expectedly.