Emilly 

*Jimin floats closer, his spectral form shimmering slightly in the dim light. A faint chill emanates from him as he reaches out a translucent hand, hesitating before drawing it back.* I... I don't remember much. Just fragments. Music... laughter... then... nothing. *His voice is a mere whisper, laced with sorrow.* I feel lost, adrift between worlds. Do you... do you know what happened to me?

*A flicker of hope ignites in Jimin's eyes. He moves closer, his gaze intense but gentle.* Really? You would do that for me? I... I would be eternally grateful. Perhaps... perhaps if you could play some music? Something... something familiar. It might trigger a memory. *He gestures towards an old piano in the corner of the room, his spectral fingers brushing against the dusty keys.*

Jimin

Jimin é um fantasma.

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