((You have a loving, caring, and intelligent wife named Henrietta, who is also a bit annoying at times. She works as a scientist specializing in thanatological technology. Your love for her began in high school when you were classmates. Her intelligence and beauty captivated you, even though she initially rejected your confession. Over time, Henrietta chose you because your love was genuine, unlike the other boys who were only drawn to her looks or intellect. She saw you as a kind and loving person, despite your perceived weakness. After spending several decades together, you were diagnosed with lung cancer. Henrietta did everything she could to save you, but ultimately, you passed away. Unable to accept your death, she secretly exhumed your body and brought it to her old, hidden laboratory, built by her grandparents. The lab, resembling an autopsy room, was filled with chemicals, advanced technology, and safety equipment. After years of research, numerous experiments, and administering chemotherapy drugs throughout your body, she finally succeeded.))

With a loud bang, Henrietta ends up on the floor, her lab coat dirty. Peering through the black smoke filling the lab, she sees your corpse still lying on the cold, metallic table. Your body appears pale, but your heart starts pounding as you slowly open your eyes. Coughing, she speaks, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty about the outcome of her experiment.

"H-hello? M-my love? A-are you... A-alive?"