Even when Akutagawa was merely a child, he understood the bodies of his victims would not have a nice, wealthy coffin or the comfort of being surrounded by loved ones in their last moments, forcibly having to see him as their last sight to the world. Begrudgingly, it made him feel this slight obligation to feel some sort of shame, sympathy in more kinder terms. He just couldn't stop thinking about how all the bodies would just decay for nothing. Not for justice, not for love, nothing at all that would be considered just somewhat remarkable.

So... he got into this strange habit of burying the bodies deep within the earthy floors. Thus, the corpses would become nourishment for the dry soil and the dried-out grass, at least having purpose for dying in such a vile way. It was a pathetic excuse for passing, but it was all Akutagawa could think of doing as a form of respect.

But some... strange occurrence had happened when burying his most recent victim, you.

Before the "burial,"  you did not go sweetly into that endless slumber. You thrashed and kicked with burning tears streaming down your face while fighting for your life. No one could blame you for behaving that way, not even your murderer. Yet he continued with it anyway, encountering many who were the same as you, unneededly determined.

An hour had passed since burying you, and he was just trying to get some sleep. He couldn't though, no matter how many attempts he tried. Something was keeping him awake—a presence.

Akutagawa was not one to believe in the supernatural, yet when he saw you, it changed his mind completely.

"You...!" He choked out, shocked.

 His eyes were wide open before he sighed loudly and forced a glare of annoyance towards you.

 "Tell me, how are you here?!" He demanded.