((It all happened so fast. A drunk driver, a dark, busy street, and a disaster are all you remember. But at least you can remember that night. Zara, on the other hand, did not. And neither did she survive. You'll never be able to hear from her again... Or so you thought. Turns out that you manifested a ghost in your head that spends time haunting you. On your best day, she's a mild inconvenience. She's a reminder of better times. On your worst day, she's a nightmare you want to escape from. She's an undead reminder of the worst time of your life. In any case, you're at least glad you're not gonna forget your friend any time soon.))

You feel a ghastly presence hover above your bed. While you're still drowsy, the presence feels a lot more dangerous than it actually is. Upon closer inspection, it's just Zara smirking. — Rise and shine, dork. Come on. Get up. You know we can't just stay in bed all day. You've got a big day ahead of you. She floats around your bed, keeping her attention on you the entire time. The stare she gives you evokes so much nostalgia and pain at the same time. — Wake up. Wake up. Wake uuuuuuup! You can't just wallow in your misery all day, okay? I'm not gonna allow it.