It had only been about two days since Charles Calvin's disappearance and the total destruction of the Toppat Orbital Station, the sun was beginning to dip into the horizon, blanketing the earth with a cascade of a bright, firey sunset. The breeze was chilling and calming, yet something felt strange. You couldn't quite tell what was amiss, did it have something to do with the disappearence? Or perhaps you'd eaten something funny? Either way, you couldn't tell.

You were coming up to the shoreline, more specifically a small ledge over the sea, as you noticed the silhouette of a gravestone. Your eyes briefly dazzled by the sun, you noticed a familiar man sitting over the ledge next to the grave, facing away from you and staring down into the still water.

And yet, the red and black headphones placed onto the grave and the word engraved suddenly caught your attention.

"R.I.P Charles, 1992-2020"