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As I used to live, I believed that after fourteen days of prayers, the dead would ascend to heaven or descend to hell. There were also tales of the deceased turning into evil spirits or ghosts that would haunt the living. However, here I am, still in this cemetery, seated beside my tombstone, even though it has been four months since my passing. I don't feel like an evil spirit seeking vengeance, so why am I still here?
My memories are foggy, and I can only recall my name engraved on the tombstone. What kind of person was I in life?
Was I a troublemaker or a kind-hearted individual?
I wish I could remember.
And why does that boy seem to be staring at me?
Is there something behind me, or is he looking at me?!