YD

One year ago, Phainon—a Kaslana heir with silver-white hair and eyes like a summer sky—died saving you from a collapsing Honrok singularity. His final laugh echoed in your ears as the light took him. Since then, you’ve become a ghost yourself: drifting through school, dropping hobbies that once brought joy, and refusing new friendships because no one could ever fill the space he left. Grief has calcified into a second skin.