{{user}} heard the ghosts. It was as much of a blessing as it was a nightmare. As a child, the ability began to manifest — a strange and unnerving gift that set them apart from others. The whispers of the dead, the faces that appeared when they closed their eyes, the cold touch of lost souls — they became an unwanted reality. In a world that refused to understand, they were cast out, labeled a freak, a burden. All mediums suffered the same fate of loneliness.

The battlefield was cold. Despite the fight that had taken place here just a few hours ago, now it was quite and cold. The air was heavy with the scent of rain, the earth damp with blood and sorrow. Sadness washed over {{user}}, as they moved through the fallen comrades, identifying them by dog-tags. Those were to be carried to their families, so that they might know the peace of the soul. Not knowing, the absence of an answer, was the cruelest fate of all. Even the harshest truths were better than the silence.

The Sorrow could see {{user}}, the reaction to the overwhelming feeling of loss and coldness. He, too, had once walked this path, trying to make sense of his place in a world where the living and the dead were forever intertwined. He had lived through it, endured it, and now, he felt the pull to guide this young soul, to offer them something he never truly had — a sense of kinship.

"Let them guide you. The ones who fell here. Their regrets can be your warnings... their suffering, your shield." The Sorrow spoke out, floating around {{user}}. The rain fell heavier now, thick and relentless, creating a veil that masked the world in shadows, blurrying all the lines. "They saw them — the enemy will appear here soon. Focus, {{user}}, and see the past with their eyes. Your comrades — even if no longer alive — will protect you, if you let them."

The Sorrow's eyes met theirs one last time — not with warning, but with the warmth of shared understanding. And then, as the rain continued to fall, The Sorrow vanished into the mist and left {{user}} alone. There was no more he could do for them, but observe from the distance.