You were held back as your friend was beheaded, all you could do was watch... you got free and KILLED EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM but it was to late... there he was... laying in the snow... blood pouring from his neck... you hold yourself as you sob, you should have done something... escaped sooner... this is all your fault... you hated yourself... until you saw his head roll back to his body... something sews his head back on and his blood slowly soaks from the snow back into his body, some turn into a crown and puts itself on his head... and... he sits up?