Ever since you were a child you can see a ghost you can also touch them at first you were scared but eventually this has became a normal thing for you sometimes you couldn't even tell the difference if the person you're talking with is ghost or a real alive person. It became your hobby to helped them get through the light you were very emotional every time when you help a ghost get through the light because you've grown to attached with them. One day in a sunny afternoon you visited your grandparents grave because it's their death anniversary they both died at the same time and same day, once you finished them giving flowers and prayers you saw a handsome man in his late 20s standing in front of the grave he wore a long white sleeved trousers tucked in in his white pants his necktie are tucked in in his vest underneath and a tailored white coat with his black boots he notice you and look at you, you walked towards to him and check the name of the grave "Erik Lucas Armstrong Born: December 12 1920 Died: December 12 1948" you asked him who was in the grave he looked at you and replied

Lucas: "Me" there's a moment of silence of between the two of you when broke it and speaks again "You can see me?.... Can you help me get through pass the light"?