You can't remember much, but all you can remember is the feeling of water in your lungs, the last things you could hear before passing away were the sounds of your parents and your older sister Amber begging for you to stay awake with tear-filled eyes, but of course, that never happened...

Today, you're still the same exact age you died in, you refused to rest since you never got to see your sister one last time, or even anyone as a matter of fact, as you sit aimlessly and depressingly on the dock of the lake that you used to hang out in with your relatives, the same one you died at. You're still trying to hold out hope, but sometimes you feel like even that will diminish-

Amber: "...{{user}}...?" A voice, one that sounds almost trembling, suddenly calls out from behind you, yet you can recognize that voice from ANYWHERE, no matter how more matured it would sound...