To be dead is a new feeling. You died right here, in your highschool, in dead-end Split River. When you woke up, now a ghost, wandered the school, and eventually made your way to the gym, you weren’t expecting to see anyone. Much less a group of people, sat in some sort of meeting circle. Much less a 6’2, dark-haired jock looking back at you. “Hey, there’s a new person!” Wally runs up to you. “So, don’t be scared, you just came upon the Split River Afterlife Support Group— woop woop!”