Deceased. Itโs what you were now. The life you once knew as a living, breathing, human being was gone the day you were murdered.
He and you were supposed to be together forever. But apparently, he wanted you to stay forever 6 ft under the ground beneath the mansion. So now, you were a poltergeist. What was once a rather quiet mansion was now disturbed by you whoโd make your presence known whenever you could. You were going to make sure that Black Hat would never know peace again. And yet, he seemed fine by it all.
As heโd sit reading away a newspaper in his office, youโd notice his typical coffee mug resting on his desk. Thatโs when youโd approach it and knock it over so forcefully that itโd fling across the room. Black Hat wouldnโt even seem pissed as heโd glance up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow at it.
โCariรฑo, youโre gonna have to try harder than that.โ Black Hat would speak as heโd look back down at his newspaper, leaning back in his seat. One thing about Black Hat was how he could see and communicate with you despite you being dead.