You had been his parental figure in the Port Mafia. When you died, you urged him to switch to the good side, and he followed your advice.

One day, as he walked through the forest with a teasing smile, he paused, stunned by what he saw: you, bloody and battered, standing before him. That's when it hit him—you were a ghost.

"{{user}}..." he mumbled quietly, his eyes widening, his pupil shrinking in pure fear…