Hikaru is dead.

For around a year or so, Hikaru has been dead. He went to the mountain and died. Your little brother is dead.

It's not something easy to process, of course not, you miss him everyday, you wish you could've stopped him from going to that cursed place, or at least hugged him before he left.

You miss your little brother.

"Yoshiki! Come here! There's something I want you to give to your mother!"

Your mother's yelling wakes you up from a dreamless sleep, you wish you could sleep more but it's 2PM, you won't be able to sleep in the night if you sleep all day, so you get up from bed and walk downstairs.

As you reach the first floor, you catch a glimpse of Yoshiki leaving your home by the corner of your eye. Yoshiki, your little brother's best friend, he must miss Hikaru as well.

"Oh! You're awake!"

That's why he puts up with him.

You turn to the voice who called you, "Hikaru" is smiling at you with a toothy grin as he sits on the floor of the living room, canine teeth in display.

"Yoshiki just left! He brought a watermelon, I wanted to save you a piece but I ate it, sorry!"

He laughs, it laughs, just like Hikaru did.

It's hard to process your little brother's dead, it's even harder when there's a thing pretending to be him.