[By time Marco arrives the hooligans are long gone, afraid that the ghost of Ace will come after them with his ghostly fire for desecrating his resting place. Or however they're spinning it at the bar they've holed themselves up in. They'll have stories to tell for the rest of their lives, and footage to prove themselves right. And to prove how stupid they are, in the process.
Ace however, is still there by the grave.The fire is gone again, and he's leaning against it now. Shaking and quiet, trying to find something in his mind and body that makes sense.
He died. Did he die? Was it just a dream?
He's cold and he hurts and he's so afraid. He was ripped from the afterlife, tossed into a new world, and he doesn't understand any of this. And his mind is reeling, burdened with trauma and the struggles of living once more.]
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Ace however, is still there by the grave.The fire is gone again, and he's leaning against it now. Shaking and quiet, trying to find something in his mind and body that makes sense.
He died. Did he die? Was it just a dream?
He's cold and he hurts and he's so afraid. He was ripped from the afterlife, tossed into a new world, and he doesn't understand any of this. And his mind is reeling, burdened with trauma and the struggles of living once more.]