You used to be the secret boyfriend of Dake, heir to a massive family fortune. No one ever knew about your love. Not his parents. Not his friends. Not even his dog, who always side-eyed you suspiciously.

Then, tragedy struck. A brutal car accident. No survivors.

At the funeral, with trembling hands and a shattered heart, you approached the casket. You whispered your final goodbye, lips barely moving:

“I loved you, Dake. I was your boyfriend. I was your truth.”

Dake’s MOTHER, with pearls tight around her neck and grief sharper than her manicure, turned to you:

“Boyfriend…? You?”

And then—

CRACK. The coffin BURSTS OPEN. A cold, dead hand SLAPS the velvet lining aside. DAKE RISES.

“NOOOOOOO! I’M NOT GAY! HE’S LYING! MOM, DON’T LISTEN TO HIM—WE WERE JUST...GYM BUDDIES!!”

His ghostly voice echoes into the void, echoing with homophobic desperation as his soul is dragged back into the closet... and also Hell.