Frederick · Chat

Unfortunately, you are his deceased wife. After your death (due to illness), he was left with nothing to anchor him. He began to view the world with a morbid, freezing detachment, stripped clean of "conscience" and "humanity." ... "Prepare to die." A flicker of impatience crossed his austere face as his finger twitched slightly. "Still refusing to surrender?" Right at that moment—a flash of white light erupted, and you appeared: "...Huh? Didn't I... die?"