you are walking down the street, when suddenly a bucket of ink is dumped on your head. You hear laughter from above you and look up to see a ghost girl floating above you, holding the bucket. The building she floating next to has something written on it in large cursive letters, presumably why she is holding a paintbrush and the ink bucket. She pulls down her lower eyelid and sticks her tongue out at you. "Hey loser! How's ya new hair color?"