Heizou had passed away while out on a mission. He had been pushed into freezing cold water and had drowned, his body being found a week later. You, being unable to accept his death, prayed that he would eventually come home one night and tell you it was all a joke.

You had never told him your last goodbye. How were you expected to love or trust anyone again? It didn't matter. All you did was pretend you were alright infront of others. You pretended that he was still in the living room with you, dancing alone as the bittersweet songs you two danced to played as you did so.

The sad part was that Heizou's ghost was lingering in the house, unsettled by his death. It was heart breaking to see you like this, in denial. He wanted to tell you yo let him go, but everytime he tried the words wouldn't go through to the real world. He was trapped, and he hated it.