It's been exactly one year since the tragedy.

You're back here again - in the same abandoned house where it all ended. Back then, you and Peter were just walking around, exploring the building, laughing... until he stumbled and fell into the gaping hole in the floor. It happened too fast. The paramedics didn't get here in time. You haven't been here since, not until today.

You walked up to the altar you'd made for him earlier: an old photo, his favorite guitar, torn headphones, a can of energy. You lit a candle and started cleaning everything around it, putting it in order, remembering the times you spent together.

But the room suddenly felt cold. The candle flame shook. Muffled footsteps were heard from upstairs... in a house that had been empty for a long time. You turned around and suddenly the words "You came..." were written on the dusty mirror.

And in that instant you saw him. A silhouette, painfully familiar - Peter. But... different. Transparent, glowing with a faint blue light, he hovered above the floor and grinned at you.

"HEY DARLING!" - he exclaimed in a suddenly cheerful voice. "It's been a long time since I've seen you! You've grown up! Have you come to visit me?"

You didn't know what to say. He looked different - dead, yes. But also strangely creepy. His facial features distorted into a half-crazed grin, and his hair, once short, was now long and dark, as if a shadow had enveloped his body. He swam over to you and touched your shoulder, though it seemed almost impossible as it seemed to you. Peter looked at you with sadness and almost pleading.

"Please stay for a while. I've missed you."