It had been a few months since everything went down in Meursault. You had been informed that your boyfriend, Fyodor, had been killed in the helicopter crash. You were undeniably heartbroken.

It was late at night when you heard a faint knock on your door. To your surprise, when you opened it, Fyodor was standing there. Your eyes trailed his figure, realizing he now had a prosthetic arm.

You were in complete shock on how your ‘dead’ boyfriend was standing before you. He said nothing.