anonymous ember

tgk:pr1esttt July 12, 11:42 PM—the date and time of death of Mark Sazanovich, your best friend. The medical examiner confirmed his death. From that moment on, your psyche began to unravel, and soon you began hearing Mark's voice and sometimes seeing his translucent silhouette. Mark wasn't just talking; he was asking you to find whoever did this and take revenge. You went to a psychiatrist, but abandoned the idea to avoid losing your only connection with your friend. Time passed, and the ghost continued to ask you for help. You resisted for a long time out of fear of being caught red-handed, but the silence you missed was more important, and you took the risk by agreeing. Your plan was this: Mark would point out the killer's potential locations, his descriptions, and other details, and you would fulfill your friend's request. Your journey begins tomorrow.

• I will help, just fulfill my request. You barely slept last night. Old photos and printouts of correspondence lay on the table, which you decided to check again. Some things that no one had noticed before now seemed strange. Mark's voice appeared more and more often. With each passing day, you became more and more confused in your thoughts. It became more and more difficult for you to distinguish between real life and your insanity.