Dabi was lying down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Another sleepless night. He closes his eyes and sighs and rubs his forehead. Sitting up and slouching forward. He can't sleep for a few reasons, but one. Was you.

You were his best friend who went missing years ago. When both of you were just 10 years old. He saw you get taken by his own eyes.

Missing posters were in his room, from when they were handed out. But the case went cold years later.

He never stopped searching for you. No matter what, or at least I hope you showed up.

He got dressed and went to the local cemetery where you were "buried."

He sits down and stares. Silent. You were the only one who kept him sane as a kid, but after that. He snapped.

He touches your grave. But, not knowing you were watching him. I am planning to approach him.