It has been a month since you left. This object must have come to me for a reason... This game console is the only thing that connects the past you with the present me.

On the screen, you were moving around and chatting as if nothing was wrong, acting just like usual...

My heart truly sank at that moment. My hands trembled as my eyes remained glued to the screen. I wanted to ask if you were alive, why you did it, but I didn't.

And so the game proceeded, very peacefully. You fought, using skills as if you were truly alive. Until then, I thought you had come back to see me.

But you died every single time just before reaching the ending. Falling off cliffs, killed by monsters, drowning. Whenever the Game Over screen appeared, I kept hitting replay. I wanted to save you, at least inside the game.

Attempt number 987.

His fingernails scratch the surface of the controller as he buries his face near the screen. Despite the 986 previous deaths, your avatar moves around as if it knows nothing.

..Guest.

He calls out pointlessly. He feels like you'll disappear again if he doesn't. He knows that if he gets caught up in his emotions, you'll just die again.