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the graveyard
You wake up in your bed. At first, it might not seem as though anything has changed...until you try to leave the room. You'll quickly discover that while you can phase through the interior walls of the building, you can't open doors, pick up objects, or alter the environment in any way. Worse, the only people who can see and hear you are your fellow ghosts; to everyone else, you may as well be so much empty air.
That said, there are still a few other things you can do besides just observing those who are still alive. You now have the ability to conjure any food, drink, or reasonably small object out of midair, although anything you conjure will go unnoticed by the living inhabitants. More interestingly, there is now an intricate iron door embedded in the wall of the main room that you're sure hadn't been there yesterday. If you open it, you'll find that at long last you've exited the building...and the world outside looks quite familiar.
In fact, it's your world. Though...it might not be exactly how you remember it when you left.
You won't be able to get far in the area before you feel some kind of barrier preventing you from taking another step, but it's enough for you to know that something has Gone Terribly Wrong. Perhaps it's the bombed-out shell of your building, or the monsters screeching nearby, or the corpses of your army scattered on the ground; whatever the situation is, it's clear that you would have been in grave danger had you still been back home. Luckily, your ghostly status is still in effect even here; while there may be danger still lurking about, none of it will be able to affect you.
The building behind you has taken on a translucent, almost insubstantial appearance; only the iron doors remain as solid as ever. You can simply open them again to return to the cat's domain.
(OOC: Here's how this will work! Whenever someone new arrives to the graveyard, the world outside will change to their canon's world. We'll leave the exact location and situation up to you to describe; the only thing that matters is that it should be clear your character would have been in enormous danger had they been around. Everyone in the graveyard will be able to explore the area, which will at maximum be around the size of a large ballroom; you'll be able to see things outside the area, but you won't be able to take another step forward. You can interact with the setting, but you won't be able to affect anything living, and anything that might pose a danger such as bullets will pass right through you.)
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[He knows she did, but he'll act condescending about it anyway.]
Just like everyone else, I'm sure he only wants to help himself. All killing you did was dwindle the number of deaths needed to two.
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I-I...
[And there's the horrible realization that Malik might, in fact, be right.]
Not everyone's selfish, you know!
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No, not everyone. But can you explain his plan to me? Because even listening in on that... I don't see how it would have helped anybody.
[Go ahead, prove him wrong. But after seeing Kaoru's cabinet, he hardly puts manipulating Ema to her death beyond him.]
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And... other people from my world might be less likely to give themselves up to die.
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"Maybe" we can get back at it. They "might be" less likely. And you were willing to throw your life away over that bunch of wishy-washy unknowns?
But hey, maybe it will work, and maybe some of us will get revived! Maybe I'll even be one of them!
[He won't. He knows he won't. And it's that fact that makes him sound more and more spiteful the longer he goes on.]
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She's also getting angrier as he's lashing out his bitterness at her.]
You don't have to make fun of me. I already know you think I'm stupid.
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I'm just pointing out the flaw in your logic. [He folds his arms, not denying or confirming anything else.]
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[Spat out WAY more defensively than necessary.]
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[And he's sounding bitter again. At least she had a choice!]
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[Thanks Malik you're making her feel stupid and guilty for doing this.]
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She's got nothing left to say.]