If You Are a Ghost, Come to Work Here.

"New here?" "... Hmm." The new ghost looked cautious. "How did it come?" "He was sent in after being killed. By the game designer." "Oh, that's normal. We all are." Countless ghosts turned their heads this way. The new ghost's eyes trembled: "Then why did he do that?" The ghosts looked at each other and smiled bitterly: "He makes games." "And there's a lack of material."