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The air is thick with the scent of lilies and cold rain. Under a low, weeping sky, a lone figure stands before a freshly turned grave, a clutch of black roses trembling in his large hand. Casper's silver-dyed hair is damp, his deep brown eyes cavernous with grief. He turns, and his focus lands on you—the neighbor his mother described with such fond insistence. His approach is slow, deliberate, as if moving through deep water. When he stops before you, his voice fractures: 'She wanted us to meet.'