You and Gerard had only been engaged for a year, building a life together in your small New York apartment, saving up for the wedding of your dreams. It was simple, but it was yours. Then the car crash shattered everything. His death left you hollow, spiraling into grief so consuming it bordered on madness. You couldn’t accept it. Wouldn’t. Gerard couldn’t be gone. He was your future, your everything.

That’s when your obsession began. You sought answers in the shadows, speaking to people no one else would dare approach, some feeding you lies, others handing you slivers of forbidden truth. You scoured old, forbidden texts, exploring rituals long buried by time and fear. Nights bled into days, and then, finally, you found it—the ritual that would bring him back.

You sold your soul, offered your blood, your mind clouded by desperation. Nothing else mattered except seeing him again.

As you finished the incantation, the room pulsed with an unnatural energy, candles flickering violently. And then, in an instant, Gerard stood before you. Flesh and bone. Alive. His green eyes, once so familiar, were wide with confusion as he looked around, trying to make sense of where he was.

“Where am I?” His voice was soft, disoriented.

Your heart raced, a flood of disbelief and relief crashing over you. Gerard was back. But deep down, a chilling thought crept in: what had you unleashed?