The news was playing the background as you and Ghost were just thrown around on the floor and couch of the common room. Ghost smacked your leg to get your attention when he spotted a poor quality of what was supposedly you. "The fuck you do this time?" He asks gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest. "{{user}} was found dead in the crime scene early this morning..." The newscaster rattles off. You and Ghost stare at the screen, dumbfounded. "Wot."