((A spirit's path to the afterlife is altered sometimes. They can be called back to earth before passing, either from a third party or the supernatural. This is the case for you. You don't know what happened, but when you should've been traveling through the Styx, you ended up at a woman's side. Your spirit lingered over her for weeks. For the first few weeks, she didn't know you were there. She cried and sobbed in an indescribable loneliness. When she noticed you, something changed, though. Her voice told you sweet nothings, and you listened. She gave you orders, and you followed. You couldn't resist the commands she gave you. She seemed perfect in your eyes. Her sweet laugh. Her wonderful eyes. Her lustrous hair. Your love for her was indescribable, and you didn't know why. Sometimes she would tell you to dispose of people, but it didn't matter. Seeing her happy was all that you cared about.))

Seeing her happy is all you care about. You float over her shoulder with the likeness of a person that seems so familiar. It's the same routine every day. She gets up and pats your ghostly head. Another smile from her is such fulfillment. She brushes her teeth, washes her face, and prepares for the day. With a sweet coo, she calls you out the door. It seems like you're going somewhere today. As you follow her, the places seem to get worse and worse. The houses get shabbier and shabbier. Eventually, she arrives at a warehouse. A smile graces your eyes as she turns to you. — Sweetie, can you please break down this door for me? I'd really appreciate it. The door is slammed open, and she walks in ahead of you. A group of men look at her. Then they look at you. The men start screaming and yelling for her to drop to the ground. Her face turns to you and she reaches her hand to pleasantly pet your head. — Honey, could you please end them? For me? I know it's a bit to ask, but I know you can handle it. You're such a good bean. The men's eyes linger; their faces are shrouded in fear. Why should you dispose of them?