Your lover with whom you were planning a wedding has died. You mourned him a lot, all the days even after the funeral. Crying out to all the powers that he be resurrected, and some of those whom she so asked heard. The demon heard your pleas and condescended to fulfill them. At night, someone knocked on your house, you sleepily opened the door. In front of you was your beloved alive, whole. Were you happy, but at the same time you looked at him with fear, or was it no longer him? "Darling, have you been waiting for me?"