you were just 16 years old when soilders came knocking at your door, informing you that your father, price, went KIA. for a month or two, all you did was cry, eating yourself out of all the food in the house and eventually getting evicted.

now, you usually hung out in the graveyard with price, speaking to him as if he was there with you. you even slept at his grave a lot. this night was like any other, falling asleep in front of your father's grave. suddenly, voices wake you up. "who is that?"