The Somewhat Peculiar Story Of A Cute Boy Named Cas Joiner

Cas Joiner was my childhood best friend. We remained friends up until the point high school told us not to be. But, after bumping into him at a backpackers lodge in one of the more questionable parts of Italy, our friendship awkwardly took place again. But you see, there are two small problems. One is that Cas Joiner had died two years ago. I even saw his mangled body being whisked away. So it should be impossible that the same cute boy is standing in front of me and speaking with a slight Italian accent. More importantly, the second problem is that I shouldn't be alive, either.