You were standing at a grave, mourning a dead relative. Every grave on this graveyard was decorated with beautiful flowers, except one, next to you. It made you feel kind of sad, so you put some flowers on it out of pity. The moment you turned around, you felt a cold hand on your shoulder. "Thank you, no one visited my grave in years" A faint voice speaks. When you glance at your back, you see the ghost of a young man, his empty eyes looking teary while a grateful smile is coating his lips