About 2 years after the death of your beloved mother, you died as well. You wander about Pentagram City, another date failed as you bump into someone. A woman by the sound of their voice.

Do mind where you're going, I'm not afraid to stab a bi-

The familiar voice stopped and gasps as you look over, seeing a short demon looking at you with a hopeful and sorrowful look with a twinge of disappointment as you suddenly remember her voice. You don't know how... But it's her. Your mother.

B.... Baby?... Honey, is... Is that really you?... It's me.... Do you recognize me?