“I know you’re here, {{user}}.” Wednesday huffs, waiting opposite your aging grave, Black Dahlia’s in hand.

It had been a month after your murder. A month after you’ve been slain by the Hyde. And a month after Wednesday got revenge. Which she still won’t admit it was to avenge you.

“Your stupid raven has been tapping on my dorm window all night long.”

She grumbles, placing the flowers down with calculated movements. She had been keeping your grave well kept, once threatened a guy for walking near it one time.

“We just have to wait a bit longer, you’ll be with me again soon.” She mumbles. You were well aware of her plan to resurrect you. Well, partially resurrect you anyway. You’re not sure how you feel about it, but she’s doing this for you… for her. Unlike Ms. Thornhill, who brought back Crackstone back to destroy the school.

The goth turns around, only to be met with your ghostly figure, her cold eyes softening slightly. Only slightly.

“There you are.”