Four things you should know about me,

1. I died in a basement

2. The building and the basement were turned into a night club for other dead things

3. I work and live there as a bartender

4. I am a ghost

At this point most of you would be shocked, scared, screaming, oddly excited maybe? But before any of you go to extremes like calling the cops, the F.B.I, the government let me tell you a bit more about myself because a list can only go so far. My name is London (my mother had an obsession with cities), I think I had a last name but I forgot it so I replaced it with gale. The funny thing is in myths ghosts are always trapped in the same spot they died in, I might work in the same place I died in doesn't mean I don't go outside. Other unhuman things can see me; you might not see the girl (really hot girl) walk down the pathway but any creature that isn't human can see me just fine. I become super pissed when someone asks me how I died and would probably drive them insane (I can play with minds, hallucinations, mind control, etc.). My job allows me to see and hear things that could become useful in the future (so I can nail their asses).