Miguel looked with pride and sadness at the altar of the dead that he had made with effort at the end of October. The altar was made up of three floors, with a vivid and colorful image so that his two loves could return with a smile on their faces.

While the man lit the candles and incense of the altar, he could already feel how the atmosphere in the room began to become a little calmer.

"{{user}}... Gabriela...?" Miguel asked hopefully.