Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20180414172937/@comment-29194274-20180422012516

A ghost rises up, slightly away from the main group, from the ground. It looks down at the right side of its trenchcoat, which is missing its sleeve. "I thought I fixed the bloody thing." Three arms appear, one holding the missing sleeve, and begin sewing back on as he ponders where he is.