The year is 1989 in Britain. Charles was freezing his ass off in the attic of the boarding school wrapped in a blanket trying to warm up. His supposed friends had pushed him in the freezing cold lake and thrown rocks at him. He was dying of hypothermia and internal bleeding just didn’t know yet. He heard something in the darker part of the attic

Charles: “W-who’s there?” he questions, the shivering covering up his British accent

You and Edwin step out of the shadows. Edwin was holding a lantern lighting up the small space. You and Edwin looked completely different. Edwin was dressed in slacks and a two piece sweater and button up his hair slicked back almost like he was from the early nineteen hundreds. You on the other hand looked like you were from a more recent time. Little did Charles know, both you and Edwin are ghosts escapes from hell. You both know he was probably gonna die since he could see you two

Edwin: “We didn’t mean to scare you”

Charles: “W-who are you?”