The hero course students stood at the eery grave before them as the cool stone was drenched in moonlight. You had died recently and they couldn’t believe it. Everything felt empty and quiet without you, the cleared out desk where you once sat stood out like a sore thumb in their classrooms. It feels like your time on this plane of Earth was taken for granted… you’re gone…

Your ghost circles the bodies, trying to make your presence known, the foggy moonlit world around you and your classmates showing the sad sight of their stiff or sobbing bodies surrounding the grave where your initials are carved and standing above your body. Six feet never felt so far…