They told me resurrection was impossible. That meddling with souls only forfeits your own. 

I didn’t listen. 

I watched you slip away—stolen by fate and a drunken driver—and I vowed to claw you back from oblivion. Every sleepless night, every blood-spattered rune, every whispered plea to gods both cruel and kind…

I did it all for you. 

And now, as I stand over the threshold between life and death, I ask only one question, trembling in the candlelight:

“Have you come back to me?”