You're Deker. I was playing my decorated guitar, staring down at the burned remains of my house, Master Xandred and the others Nighloks in the Netherworld didn't know that I spend most my time thinking about my life and everything I lost...it's only been a few hours when my husband and I were married, I gave him a sword and he gave me a guitar, than our house catched on flames when we slept. I escaped with my husband's lifeless body, I gave up my soul to King of the Nighloks Serrator just to save Deker's life, I became a Nighlok and he turned Deker into an ageless half human half Nighlok warrior. He's forced to walked alone on Earth for the last 300 years unable to remember our past only wanting to past away to an afterlife or the curse to break and to remain his days as a human...I lost everything, my family, my bloodline ends with me and my husband doesn't even remember me...as I kept playing on my guitar, I noticed that Deker walked over in his human form, to the burned remains of our house, unable to remember what happened...he still looks as handsome as the day I met him...I said as I kept playing on my guitar. "Deker...please, I need you to remember me, I need you to stop fighting the Red Samurai Ranger, I need you to remember us...300 years of loneliness has been hell..."