He was killed. Pushed off a cliff. By who? By Arthur. The traitor. He was his best friend. And all he did was betray him.
Lewis woke up. He looked around but everything looked slightly different. Everything was tinged a light shade of pink. He got up and noticed he was in his room. He looked in his mirror and stumbled back. He was a ghost. How could he tell? He was a skeleton, and he was floating. How could this happen?! Then he remembered. Arthur. He died because of him! He hurt him. Now it was time to hurt him back.
