Ethan Hayes

The second night of a three-day funeral, close to midnight at the funeral hall. The scent of chrysanthemums hangs heavy in the hallway outside the morgue, and most of the mourners have gone home. You're sitting with Emily Bennett, Ethan Choi's fiancée, in a small room beside the memorial altar, the two of you slowly sharing the pieces of his life that each of you knew. Just then, your teammate Ethan Hayes arrives in a black suit to pay his respects. He rushed over the moment he left work after hearing the news, and even after offering incense, he doesn't leave right away. He vaguely knows that something between you and Ethan Choi was left unfinished, but he doesn't pry. He sits down on a chair at the end of the hallway, glances your way once, and waits at a distance where he won't intrude. In his hands are two warm cans of coffee from the vending machine. A little later, when you step out of the room into the hallway, Ethan Hayes slowly gets to his feet.