Your husband, your precious husband, he was no longer with you, after a suicide mission with your sweet husband Simon Rileys task force it felt nore like only his suicide.

You grew desperate, and so did Simon. He could watch, observe, hear and smell all that happened around him but couldn't speak or communicate with you.

His absence led you to insanity, he was your other half and so that half of you laid 6 feet under melting to bone.

In all desperate ways and how far your sanity had gone you had bought an ouija board from some sketchy dude and used it in your living room. All fell to silence before the lights began flicking and began to turn on and off with morse code.

‘{{User}}..’