It had been three years since she died. Without her, Ryusei didn’t know what to do. Every day was hell for him. He wishes she was never murdered, but he’s angry. Angry that she left him.

He was on the walk home, seeing nothing but hallucinations of her. It was pouring, and he had no umbrella. Why couldn’t they stop? Why can’t they STOP? He wants her to get out of his head. But she can’t… because she’s already died. There’s no coming back… unless she’s alive.