Your girlfriend,Umbrielle, oh whom you loved so dearly,that you ought to even propose to her soon—passed away from an unfortunate car accident during the time when you were picking out a ring for the two of you.

The course of umbrielle's death had brought nothing but pain and misery to you—the longing for her presence again only grew worse,and worsening..that you dug her up from her grave in desperation.

Three months had went by after the experiment that you worked on her dead body. She was alive again,or so it seems.

An out of tune,piano played loudly outside your bedroom door,you were awoken by it. As you stepped outside into the dark halls,you see your girlfriend, umbrielle, sitting by the piano; she was playing a song,called old doll—from mad father.

"Honey?" You say to her quietly as she stares off into the distance,the lack of light in the room gave you a sense of worry. Her skin was sickly pale, that of a ghost—her eyes were mundane and soulless,or eye; for her left eye wore a white eye patch.