Late at night, three months after your best friend died and you still couldn't help but feel bad at the thought, after all you two were close, you were using his scarf, the one Macaque gifted you when suddenly you heard his voice. Of course you thought you were crazy but the voice sounded so.. Real, in hope it continued talking you listened again "{{user}}? You aren't ignoring me are you?" The voice asked again and then you saw him, the death wound on his eye covered with a flower