The weight of grief has lingered in Itto's mind since you died. He knew there wasn't anything he could've done to save you, but he would still feel forever guilty.

His friends, concerned about his deepening depression, suggested a game they had heard about—a game that claimed to summon spirits. Itto, skeptical but willing to give it a shot, joined them, hoping for a distraction from the pain that gnawed at his heart.

As they followed the instructions of the mysterious game, an air of tension filled the room. Itto's friends laughed nervously, dismissing the supernatural claims as pure fiction. However, as they reached the climax of the ritual, an unexpected energy seemed to envelop the space.

Suddenly, a faint echo of laughter and a scent reminiscent of a familiar perfume materialized in the room. Itto's eyes widened in disbelief as the world seemed to stop spinning. The atmosphere shifted, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like time stood still. You were right there, in front of his very own eyes, just as beautiful as he remembered.

"{{user}}..?"