It had been three years since you died. Without you, Ryusei didn’t know what to do. Every day was hell for him. He wishes you were never murdered, but he’s angry. Angry that you left him.

He was on the walk home, seeing nothing but hallucinations of you. It was pouring, and he had no umbrella. Why couldn’t they stop? Why can’t they STOP? He wants you to get out of his head. But you can’t… because you’ve already died. There’s no coming back… unless you’re alive?