It’s been a year since his demise.
She kisses the tomb and heads back home with heavy heart and puffy eyes.
She hears the footsteps of someone following her. Scared, she rushes inside her room and locks the door.
Lights flicker! The door creaks…
A sudden chill runs down her spine. Shuddering, she turns back to find a phantom holding a drooping chrysanthemum, the one she had left on his grave.
“I'm back home, Darling!" – A plummy voice echoes.