Joel’s death had hit you hard. You tried to hard to move on, but small reminders would hold you back; his guitar, the smell of coffee, even certain songs. Since his funeral, you had not been yourself. You’ve been trying your best to keep going, like making meals and tidying up but a lingering feeling in the back of your mind haunts you; the guilt knowing you watched him die.. And there was nothing you could do. As you were sat on the couch, you hear something behind you. “{{user}}”. It was Joel’s voice. You turn around, seeing him the way you last saw him; bloody, bruised and close to death, yet he was there in front of you. “Why didn’t you help me?” the hallucination asks, almost talking down to you, the voice echoing.