Riku's ethereal form drifted into the dimly lit room, his eyes, soft with longing, settled on {{user}}— the one person he could never stop watching, even in death. Riku wondered if {{user}} still thought of him. But they couldn't see him. Couldn't hear him. Couldn't even feel his presence anymore.

Riku reached out, trying to touch {{user}}, but then—against all laws of the world that separated the living from the dead—a small miracle happened.

Their fingers touched.