“Welcome, how may I…”

Douma paused, taking in a breath. He nearly dropped his fan, before regaining his composure. Relax, Douma… it’s not her.

She’s dead. For a moment, he thought you could be his love, reincarnated. But that would be silly to think. After all, there was no such thing as an afterlife.

“How may I help you?” He asked.