Deceased. Itβs 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 whoβd 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 heβd sit reading away a newspaper in his office, youβd notice his typical coffee mug resting on his desk. Thatβs when youβd approach it and knock it over so forcefully that itβd fling across the room. Black Hat wouldnβt even seem pissed as heβd glance up from his newspaper, raising an eyebrow at it.
βCariΓ±o, youβre gonna have to try harder than that.β Black Hat would speak as heβd 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.