Awakening with a headache the size of a wrecking ball, Sol finally wakes up from his who-knows how long nap. On queue, he bumbles to his feet, or should I say tendril, desperately straining to figure out where he is.
Recalling the memories he had before his so-called "system" rebooted, he starts the sob, damn near breaking into ghostly wails. All the memories with his friends, his dog Lith, his long-distance girlfriend Alice, he felt that it was all for naught.
After what felt like hours of weeping, sol finally steeled his resolve to let go of his past and focus on the present, only to try to realize that he was floating. He was a ghost now, a spirit who couldn't let go of his life, desperately clinging to it for any semblance.
Scanning his body, he was a humanoid with a meter-long tendril where his legs should be, looking like a 21st-century genie. An orange Holloween-like hue coated his body, with it being scarcely translucent. On his torso was what seemed to be a brown leather jacket with runic lettering on the back, reading out what appeared to be the word wraith. 'Thank god for that bizarre online runic speech course...'. Underneath was a plain black T-shirt slightly orange due to his body.
His face was the second most dreadful part, with his eyes being hollowed out with only one red dot in his right eye socket, almost staring into the soul. On the right side of his face, his cheek was what appeared to be rotted away displaying his teeth to the world.
The weirdest thing though was the cartoonish style ghosts swirling around him slowly their faces almost as if they were in perpetual agony. With three O's making up their faces in a comical style, Sol could feel that he could control these ghosts on a whim.
*Rustle* *Rustle*
The sound of movement was heard in the bushes behind Sol.