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[1800deadguy]

I've figured out that it's been a whole year since I've been here.

One whole year. That's way longer than the single night I thought I'd have to live as a ghost. Not that ghosts are "alive," it's just a saying. I've met a lot of people in that year and I've helped some of them, too. I've even learned the alphabet all over again. I guess that's all a ghost could possibly ask for.

[A pause.]

But I still don't remember anything about myself and my life.

The shock of death makes a ghost forget everything about themselves for a short period of time, but it comes back to them gradually. Yet, it's been a whole year since the night I died and I still can't remember who I was, what I was like, why or even how I died.

The face I wear isn't even my real face.

[This is the part where he would have sighed, if ghosts had lungs with which to sigh.]

I guess I can't complain too much. It's nice to be able to exist. More of a chance than most dead people get, anyway. It'd just be nice to do a little more than existing.

Ah, well. Happy anniversary, everyone.

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[1800deadguy]

Oh. I don't remember my death either, actually. But I can tell you what happened when I regained consciousness.

I was in a junkyard. There was a red-haired woman, Lynne, being held at gunpoint by a hitman. And the body of the man in the red suit was lying on the ground.

I assumed that it was me, so that's why my soul took on his form. Now, though...

[devourer]

Oho, how interesting... You simply took the shape of the first dead body you saw? I have met many spirits in Hell, but none with such a strange tale. Of course, they weren't lingering about idly like yourself.

In any case, if you you question whether you were that corpse, then you must question your very nature, as well. Ghosts rise near the body after death. If it isn't your body, though, then I wonder...

[1800deadguy]

It was the only dead body I saw. And it seemed to make sense at the time.

I'm sure that it isn't really my body, now. Especially since I saw that body up and walking again a few hours later.

[devourer]

[ a low, curious "hmm" from Neuro's end. This is making him hungry. ] You're a strange creature after all, Sissel. It is unfortunate that I cannot travel to your world and solve this appetizing mystery myself.

[1800deadguy]

Yeah, I'm starting to think unless I go home, it'll never be solved.

That's why I'm looking for other ways to do it.

[devourer]

And what might those be?