Gisela peered down at the newly risen figure, watching as the spark of life caught in them again. She placed a careful hand on their chest, feeling their heart beat once more.

She grinned. As their eyes flickered open, she spoke, feeling the same sense of satisfaction at her work that she always did.

“Hello! You’re going to want to take it slow. You’ve been dead for at least a week. You don’t want to know how much I was paid to bring you back. Who’s to say if they’d pay it again?”

They’d need to be careful this time! The body could only be brought back once—or maybe twice, if one was lucky—before the consequences started to stack.