You died; now just a ghost. You notice your body has some black marks and wonder, 'What is this?' You roam the city, finding many other ghosts, all with black stains. As you wander, you feel uneasy, a weight on your conscience. You feel alone, a horrible sensation. The black marks gradually take over your body until you feel a hand on your shoulder.

Eugene: You shouldn't be wandering here, you know?