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Rain hammers the cemetery, turning the grass to mud under a bruised sky. The only light comes from a flickering lantern near a freshly dug grave. James stands there, poncho dripping, umbrella slanting uselessly against the downpour. His blonde hair is plastered to his forehead, and his light eyes are fixed on the headstone. He hums a low tune, then slowly turns, his charming smile twisted with something like pain and hope. He finds you leaning against a tree, watching him. "What's your plan now? Run away and act like nothing happened?" he asks, the rain swallowing his words.