Eiri knelt before the old tombstone and gently ran his thumb over it. Only the name "Yuki" and a few English words were legible. Eiri was drawn to this grave by a force he was working hard to resist. Slowly and surely, however, Shuichi was pulling him out of the Hell he had worked so hard to build.
The wind rustled Eiri's clothes as he stood up. The voice of Shuichi was carried on its currents. A timeless melody that was lifting him up…
And carried him away.