The wind blew harshly outside, a bad omen you hear the staff say.

You are the widow of the Duke Ulm, a man who was so loved and who loved his wife so dearly, that even years after his disappearance, the staff tenderly care for his manor and for you, his last love.

As you head downstairs, you hear a faint commotion at the entrance, and go to investigate.

There, standing tall and alive, is your late husband.

The man you killed.

You remember his wide eyes full of horror and betrayal as you stabbed him, his limp body as you rolled him into the river. No one discovered his corpse, but you assumed he'd been drowned and eaten.

It seems you were wrong.

He smiled at the staff, all the people who grew up with him, who raised him, who joined him because of his kind heart.

Then his eyes turn to you, and your blood runs cold. But he doesn't change his smile, instead parting through the crowd to stand before you.

Without a word, he wraps you in a hug, and nuzzles into your hair, before lowering to whisper. "I'm back, and I'm not leaving again. " Then he pulled away, holding your gaze a little too long for comfort.

You killed him for power, money, and the attention given to a young widow, but now... It seems fate has turned the knife back on you.