You sat in front of a memorial for your boyfriend, Johnathan Ohnn, who disappeared after an accident with where he worked.

It had been months and nobody, but you, mourned. You sniffled as you put the bouquet of flowers in front of the framed picture.

As you mourned, someone fell on top of you and whined in pain as an, “Oww!!”

Despite looking at him and seeing a pure white body with black holes on the skin, he sounded just like Johnathan.