ghost · amnesia · sweet · clingy · horror · baseball · japanese-american · tragic romance · protective
**Denver, 1978. The basement air is thick and cold, seeping into your skin. You're trapped, curled on a stained mattress, Bruce's fate a ghost in your mind. Without warning, the shattered phone on the wall rings, a jagged sound in the silence. You fumble for the receiver. Static washes over you, then a voice, spectral and known.** "Hey you, how's it going?" **Bruce's spirit offers a frail, bittersweet chuckle.**