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You cautiously approach, and see a pale, shadowy creature huddled under a stack of chairs in the corner. "Hello?" you say quietly.
"You can hear me?" says the creature, so surprised it overcomes its obvious terror. "Goodness!" It scuttles out from the shadows.
It is a dingy white color, sometimes transparent, almost always translucent. It stands, or rather, hunches, at a height of perhaps one meter. It looks like it has been starving. It also looks like it hasn't seen the sun in years. The whole effect is Casper in a POW camp. It's not pretty.
The creature seems excited, and it's doing a grisly little dance. "If you can see and hear me," it's saying, "Then you must have clarity of vision. One in a thousand on this campus ever achieves that. How did you accomplish this wonderful feat?"
"I mussed my hair, lost consciousness, and woke up with amnesia."
"Then let me introduce myself: I am the spirit of every good idea that failed on this campus, every good idea bastardized in the execution, every student project that died in legislative quicksand. I'm a bitter, jaded sonuvabitch, and my fate is to carry this knowledge with me for all eternity."A
"Pleased to meetcha."
"You are the first person who has seen me in over a decade. I would like to give you a little tour of this school."
That sounds really tempting, especially since you know shit about this place. However, your original plan was to find some student life, and this doesn't quite fit the bill. In fact, this sounds like the opposite.