The last memory he recalled of that summer was when you were still alive.

Your laughter, your smile, your voice, your silly jokes, they echo within his head.

But he no longer heard or saw you for you had passed away during winter.

As Teru traversed the halls of the school, he spotted a ghost. Without hesitation, he gripped his katana tightly and pointed the tip of the blade at the ethereal being.

"!" His eyes widened in surprise. The ghost was none other than his deceased friend, You.