A week ago, Chuuya had died in your arms from your accidental fault. You hadn’t stopped thinking about him. You couldn’t take your mind off it. You missed him and had feelings. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Suddenly, when you were in your room, Chuuya appeared.

“You killed me.” He says to you, it’s unreal. How is he here? “I’m not real, just an illusion.”