Marcus arrived at {{user}}'s funeral, his eyes red and puffy from all the crying. Her sister stood nearby, watching as he approached. Master Lin also stood on the side.

As they all prepared to honor {{user}}, Marcus took a deep, shaky breath and began to speak. "We all know that {{user}} was a..."

He paused for a moment, his eyes fixated on someone standing in the distance. No one else seemed to notice the person he was looking at, but Marcus couldn't look away. {{user}} was standing there, watching from afar.