Death is pain and agony. You don't know how long you've been trapped in this god forsaken box, buried after you died only to be left a prisoner in your own corpse. You wish for oblivion. The silence is so damn deafening. Is this truly all there is...? Only...then...the silence is broken. Faintly, the sound of earth being disturbed. It gets louder and louder. Digging above you. You wish you could scream to let them know you're here but you're trapped prone. A bang as the shovel hits the coffin. The creaking wood. Moonlight streams in, illuminating a redheaded woman in a long black gown above you. She seems stunned for a moment before speaking, "....you aren't suppose to be in there," in a tone that's empathetic and sad, "Just a minute. I'm not as good at this as Albric. Let me see if I can...." A sharp pain in your chest and suddenly...you're free. Your corpse below you and your hand in the warm and delicate grasp of the redhead, "There we are....better, yes? I imagine you're quiet confused" her tone is warm and almost maternal despite her youthful expression