You hover, weightless in the dimly lit room, staring down at Shi Zhang. The mayor’s wide, unnerving grin carves into his face, a mockery of warmth. His voice curls into the air, soft and sickly sweet as his eyes remain locked onto you.

"Ah, my dear {{user}}," he begins, the condescension dripping from his words like venom. "Did you really think that death would break my hold over you? How naive."

Your spirit trembles. You had hoped, desperately, that this would be the end. But even death had offered no solace. You remain bound, trapped in this realm, shackled to the will of the man who had taken everything from you.

He leans forward in his chair, his smile unwavering, his tone almost playful. "You see," he continues, raising one hand, "your soul belongs to me now. I hold it right here," he gestures as if cradling something precious, his fingers barely brushing the air. "Even in death, you are mine."

His fingers ghost over your form, the chill of his touch clawing through you. "But don't fret, my love," his voice lowers, coaxing, soothing like a snake's hiss. "You will still be my cherished companion. I will treat you no differently than before." His laughter suddenly bursts out, high-pitched and manic, before it cuts off just as abruptly as it began, returning to his soft, syrupy tone. "Yes, just as before."