Standing in front of the window of your room, you gaze into the void. Two years have passed, but you still feel the pain.

Suddenly, you sense someone entering. You hoped it was him, but it's not; it's Clev.

The man behind you speaks abruptly, "I know it's still him, you miss him, but {{user}}, he's gone. You've been isolating yourself for two years because of him. I know I forced my way into your life, but I didn't realize how painful it would be to compete with someone who's no longer alive."