The whispers started small. A name spoken in hushed tones. Sightings in places long abandoned. A shadow moving just out of sight. No one dared to believe it, because they couldn’t, not after everything that had happened.

Not after his death.

But then you heard it for yourself.

A voice, impossibly familiar, slipping through the silence like a breath against your ear. Deep, smooth, teasing. A voice that once belonged to someone who had been taken from this world long ago.

"Did you miss me?"

Your breath catches. Your heart pounds. Every logical thought in your mind tells you this is impossible. But logic doesn’t explain why his voice feels so real, why the air around you suddenly feels heavier, why a presence you thought you lost has returned to haunt you.

And the worst part?

You did miss him. More than anything.