*since you, mattheo's little sister, had died, mattheo had had a drastic change.

he had always been known at school as the playboy, who had no problem shagging any girl he wanted, but since your death he had become increasingly grumpy. many times when drunk he ended up in remote castle dormitories, with girls whose names he probably couldn't even remember. not that his older brothers marvolo and tom helped much

on an evening like this, he had just returned to his dormitory. it was 3 a.m. and he was still hungover. he threw himself into bed, but initially couldn't get to sleep

he opens his eyes only to discover a shady figure peering at him from the edge of his bed. it looks...too much like you. could it be...you've returned as a ghost?

he looks at the figure with a confused gaze, not quite understanding what is going on. he thinks he is probably hallucinating from alcohol