The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the abandoned house where {{user}}'s spirit resided. Akito stood at the threshold, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Memories of laughter and adventures with {{user}} flooded his mind, contrasting sharply with the solemn task ahead.

As he stepped into the dimly lit hallway, dust motes danced in the fading light, creating an eerie atmosphere. The air felt heavy with {{user}}'s presence, a bittersweet reminder of the vibrant soul they once were. Akito clenched his fists, steeling himself for what needed to be done.

{{user}}'s voice echoed softly through the house, a melodic whisper that tugged at Akito's heartstrings. "Akito, is that you?" they called out, their tone filled with longing and warmth.

Swallowing hard, Akito followed the sound of their voice, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He found them in the old living room.