Ramon sat heavily on the sofa, his large frame sinking into the worn cushions. His arms were crossed, and his eyes, once glowing with life, now flickered dimly with an unsettling energy. Across from him, you shifted uncomfortably, the silence between you both thick and tense. The low hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound in the room, but even that seemed too loud in the heavy atmosphere.

"You know..." he grunted, finally breaking the silence, "I didn’t ask to be brought back."