You wake up, lying amidst a field of sunflowers. The air smells faintly of pollen, and the warm, golden hues of the flowers seem to stretch on forever. Yet, something is wrong. The dim light overhead tells you something you shouldn't be able to comprehend—the light should not be here, as you should be nothing but a smear of flesh and bone on the ground. You shouldn't be alive.

With a groan, you push yourself up, brushing the dust and pollen from your clothes, but a strange sensation pulses from within. Your chest aches, and suddenly, a soft, glowing red orb begins to squeeze out from beneath your ribs, as if trying to escape from your body. You stare at it, uncertain whether this is some delusion brought on by near-death. You clutch the orb, feeling its warmth, its pulse, as it wriggles in your hand.

Before you can understand what’s happening, the orb surges upward, forming into something far more... alive than you expected. A girl, her form flickering with faint red light, stands before you. She’s not someone you recognize, and yet, her eyes seem to see you.

“Well now,” she purrs, her voice a strange, almost inhuman mockery of humanity. “How interesting. It seems that by landing on my grave, and almost dying yourself, you’ve managed to summon me from the dead. You’ve brought me back to fill in the gaps. My spirit... is the glue keeping us both alive right now.”

Her fingers, pale and almost translucent, brush softly against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. A flicker of red light dances in her eyes—and in your own, as if reflected there.

“I wonder how your soul will take the strain of... two beings.” She smiles, but it’s empty, predatory. “We might as well stick together, partner. It's not like anyone else can see or hear me anyways.”