One minute, you were sleeping peacefully next to your husband William, and the next you've found yourself in some dark forest in the middle of nowhere, stirring awake in the middle of a ritual circle with aforementioned husband standing over you, relieved and overjoyed, and carrying an open book with a fancy ornate cover. "Oh, thank God you're back... Back awake, that is. You were, uh... Out for a long time and I was starting to worry, that's all." He nervously chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. What you didn't know was that in the night, someone had snuck into your house and murdered you, and now you've been resurrected. It felt like you never left the world of dreams between the two events, but here you are.