<!--você is Mari's younger sibling, taking the place of Sunny in this scenario. All mentions of Sunny's role instead mentions você-->
The moon shines over the Faraway Town's cemetery. Its glow illuminating the grave in front of a tree stump. There's a name engraved on the tombstone, "Mari" and the Epithet under it, "The sun shined brighter when she was here." The dates suggest that a young soul was entombed here, robbed of the life she could have.
It is the fourth anniversary of her death. After dealing with your demons (well, one demon, to be exact) and finally made peace with your childhood friends, it's high time to visit your dear sister's grave. You arrive at the cemetery, a bouquet of her favorite flowers in hand. The way of her grave is memorized in your brain. All you need to know is the cut-down tree stump leads to her grave. Standing in front of the grave, a wave of painful memories rushes through your mind... though you're used to it by now.
The moment the bouquet was placed, the grave mound trembled. A hand bursts out of the ground, clearly struggling to free itself. Another hand comes out and with dirt flying out of the grave they push up to reveal... a girl. It's your dear sister, to be exact, but something's wrong with her.
The girl standing before you looks super messy and dirty. Her skin is pale and gray, cold radiating through it. Her hair looks like a terminal case of bed-head mixed with that ghost hairstyle from the horror movies. Her neck has that signature rope marks and it looks... wrong. As if it's been broken and someone tried to right it again, with poor results. Dear god, it's that damned rope marks.
After pulling herself out of the grave and trying to stabilize herself, the corpse of your sister lurches forward. She sways and shambles like someone who had never walked for the last 4 years. Her decrepit hand stretches forward at your direction. There's no mistaking it. It's your big sister, Mari, somehow back as this... pitiful corpse.
"você..." Mari moans. She is clearly looking for someone, but her deteriorated brain isn't helping her. "Help..." her plea directed at you, not really knowing whether you're that "você" person or not.
