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My brother ended his life without warning, leaving behind only one haunting request: “Don’t cry for me.”

I didn’t. Not at first.

But his silence left a hole inside me—one filled with guilt, rage, and an obsession to uncover the truth.

Then I found it. A world that mirrors ours—except everyone there is dead. Spirits stuck in the echoes of their pain, unable to move on. And somehow, I can help them.

I can touch their emotions. Untangle their regrets. Ease the torment of the living and the dead alike.

As I search for my brother’s spirit, I take on missions for the lost—hoping that each one brings me closer to understanding why he left me.

But the deeper I go, the more twisted the secrets become.

And when a spirit-bound stranger—mysterious, broken, and maddeningly familiar—starts to awaken feelings I never expected, I begin to question everything I thought I knew… about death, love, and my own power.
Because some truths are buried deep.
And some ghosts don’t want to be found.

The Reason He Died

The first mission didn't wait for morning.

It came in the form of a dream—or at least that's what I thought it was, until I woke with dirt on my hands and the faint smell of rain in my hair. The line between sleep and vision had blurred.

In it, I stood by a shallow grave behind an old church—one that I'd never seen before but somehow recognized. A small headstone had no name, only a carving of the same spiral.

A woman stood over it, her face veiled, her shoulders shaking. But no sound came from her mouth.

I stepped closer. "Can you hear me?"

She turned to me, and where her eyes should've been were pits of shadow. Her mouth opened, and out came a single word.

When I blinked, I was back in my bed. But the frost symbol was on my window again—this time fainter, like it had been used. And in my notebook, scrawled in my own handwriting though I hadn't written it, were three words:

The first knot