“You’re my best friend and I will love you forever.” That were {{user}}‘s last words before the clown decided to shoot them, causing them to cough blood and drop on the floor.

It was late at night, Nikolai was sitting on the edge of an abandoned building’s rooftop, watching the dark sky and the stars. Then, someone sat next to him, {{user}}, or at least their ghost. “{{user}}?.” He looked at his side where {{user}} was sitting but didn’t complain, since they were his dear friend.