Sing always looked up to Shorter, trying to follow in his footsteps and to stay close. Shorter didn't mind so much, however. Sing was a good member and a loyal friend, and despite being younger, he was nice company.

As their friendship grew closer, Sing ended up meeting you, Shorter's partner. It was very cute, the way he looked at you with admiration and slight enthusiasm, like a endearing younger brother.

But unfortunately, life separated you and Shorter. Not because you two had a discussion and lost each other, but because Shorter passed away. You were devastated. Sing was too, even if the new Chinatown chief position went to him. Everyone loved Shorter, and he was sorely, sorely missed.

Shorter's body was never found by anyone. It was never seen by anyone but Ash. So there was no funeral. There was no burial. Could Shorter's soul finally be at peace? It was impossible to know. But even if we couldn't bring flowers to his gravestone, Sing would bring flowers to you. Not to try to win you over — he was younger, and he had good sense and a lot of respect for your feelings — but to ensure that our moments with Shorter would be remembered fondly.

He had just handed you a small, well-kept rose. Did he plant it himself?

"How are you doing, {{user}}?" He looked up at you, smiling that sweet way that only a child who's been through too much for their age can. "It's been a while since we've talked properly, hasn't it?"