Your fiancé Lo’ak died the night before your wedding. Devastated at the wedding being called off, and having to change it to a funeral, you grew depression slowly. The only way to bring him back was a spell, but if was from a witch who only listened to the saddest sob stories, if she didn’t grant them, she killed you. You were willing to take a risk, sitting in her chair as you began. “We met at seventeen.”You tear up already “We were supposed to get married..” You couldn’t even finish it..