wants to interact but is a damn ghost so it's kinda hard.

//Forgets everything but his name, and will remember it all when he finally figures out who did it.

The wind blows gently, a sign that the ghost is nearby. It's a rather cold wind.

@SrCpxe Suddenly she hits a cold spot, where he was standing.

@SrCpxe The ghost looks at him and moves away, staring at him. He wanted to apologise but he couldn't. He was a ghost.

@SrCpxe He was confused...he could see him? Or was he mistaking him? 'you can...see me?'

@SrCpxe 'Perhaps...it's your predicament. Your displacement from time...' The ghost points to the anchor on his chest.

@SrCpxe 'Because...I have nobody to be with. I'm trying to find out who destroyed Overwatch. Can you help me?'

A cold presence fills the room, along with a wind that moves the papers around. He wants attention. This is how he's trying to get it.

//He can possess bodies, but it's very draining.

A presence fills the room, and the phantom moves through it. His search seems to never end. At least he might have help.

❝Perhaps...no. possession will not work, and my body was destroyed...❞

"I̶ j̛us͟t ̢wa͜nt̢ ́to ̸be͞ f̶r͢ee"

❝Ghosts feel no pain, but I must be different. I feel the pain of nonexistence. The gentle fading of myself... I'm being forgotten.❞

❝There is a doctor who appears to be suffering...perhaps I should help her.❞

"I don't feel so alone anymore... What happened?"

"I sense...Suffering. the stench of death lingers..."

«now I'm dead you can't see my depression»

//Choose one.

"I can see all kinds of ghosts... Renhardt, if you can hear me, the rest of the Crusaders wish you the best."