Ghost In My Mother's Urn
Language: en
Five years ago, a plane crash took my life. Today, my screw-up of a son is clutching my urn, standing on the edge of a jagged cliff, preparing to livestream his own suicide. It turns out he’s been framed by his rivals. They’ve painted him as a talentless hack who slept his way to the top. Now, the entire internet is hunting him down, fueled by a smear campaign that has pushed him to the brink of utter despair. Just as he was about to step off into the abyss, I suddenly "woke up" inside the urn. In a panic, I did the only thing I could: I manifested my consciousness into his livestream…