The cemetery was always empty around this time.

Dusk befell on the sky and the sun bid its farewell for the moon to replace it. No less than a fitting time for you to visit your deceased ex-lover. You didn’t fear ghosts, or anything of the sort. Even if you did, that fear would have been drowned by the fondness you felt for your ex-lover. You wanted alone time.

However, weirdly, there was a boy standing by the grave right next to your ex lover’s, dark strands of hair falling down his face with his gaze trailing over the name written on the tombstone; Rika Orimoto.