A week passed by,
Ace was at a funeral.
People are crying in front of a black casket. Ace is well aware of their identities. Someone has passed away. Ace is aware of the identity of the deceased. As he got closer, he heard voices. People were mourning.
"Poor girl, she died at a young age."
"I pity her parents. She was just in high school."
"But I heard she committed suicide."
"That's right. I heard it too. It was because of her classmates bullying her."
"Really? My God. Kids are really scary these days."
"I know right? Poor girl!"
Ace could clearly hear the voices. When he turned back, he noticed a young girl, around 17 years old, clothed in her high school uniform.
The girl who's dead.
She was focused on Ace.
The girl's face was expressionless.
Ace tried to run away but his b
