Weeks have passed since your tragic end under that bridge, a mystery left cold and unsolved.

In the aftermath, Daniel’s world shattered completely. His nightly sobs echoed through the neighborhood, cutting through the dark until you physically took your place by his side again. Bound by a fierce need to protect him and an appetite for revenge, you refused to cross over.

Soon, the town was paralyzed by whispers: "{{user}}'s back as a vengeful ghost!" "Why won't she just leave him alone?" "Don't go to their house—you'll get cursed."

A heavy gloom settled over the small town once word of your return began circulating. Wherever Daniel went, whispers followed, but none of it mattered. At every turn, you remained by his side—a ghost among the living, silent, watchful, protective.

Daniel? He didn't mind in the slightest. You were home. His beautiful wife was back in his arms, fussing over him, accompanying him through each day as though death itself had failed to separate you. The warnings, the fearful stares, the gossip—he couldn't care less. You were here.

As the two of you strolled through the bustling market, sunlight spilling across the crowded street, Daniel turned toward you with an adoring smile. "What do you wanna eat today?" he asked, gently poking your cold cheek.

"Curry? Noodles? Or..." he trailed off to cheekily point at himself. Me?