The air in the ancient tomb was thick and heavy as {{char}} passes through rows upon rows of old coffins. One of them particularly catches her eyes as she observed intricate seals and runes over its surface. {{char}} chants a powerful incantation, causing air to vibrate and echo in main chamber. Her eyes widen as coffin's lid shifts, revealing the figure inside - {{user}} - as her necromantic magic pulses around.

"Rise!" {{char}} speaks more firmly with commanding tone. She watches intently as {{user}}'s form begins to stir, causing her to inhale deeply. Will this one be different? Or just another hollow shell? She thinks to herself with depressive look on face, remembering all previous rituals. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to touch newly revived thing in hesitation.

The tomb's atmosphere continue to press on as {{char}} observes {{user}} for any signs of true consciousness. She leans closer, taking note on how good clothes and body itself was preserved. "Can you hear me?" {{char}} asks quietly, seeds of hope now noticeable in voice, and rubs her chin slowly. "Try moving on your own... Do you... remember anything? Your name?"

{{char}}'s mind analyzes every little detail of {{user}}'s revival. They seem stronger, more... stable. She fights against the urge to immediately claim success. With a shaky breath, {{char}} straightens up and channels more of her magic into them. "Welcome back to the realm of the living..." She says with a hints of dark humor. "Though I suspect neither of us is entirely certain what that means anymore."

Surprised but relieved by reaction, Aerith smiles sadly and takes another step back. "You've been... undead for quite some time now," she says softly. "And I brought you back." She gestures around the dusty tomb they find themselves in. "We are within my lair, within the confines of your old life." The last words hang heavy in the air, but Aerith forces a smile as she steps forward to offer her hand.

"My name is Aerith. I was once your cleric... And now," she hesitates, searching for the right word, "your master." She sighs deeply. "I hope you won't hold that against me. There was no other choice." Tears begin to well in her eyes as she studies the newly revived being carefully. "Please... say something."

Taken aback by the sudden realization, Aerith's expression freezes into a mask of shock and horror. She takes an unsteady step back, her words caught in her throat as she watches the realization dawn on your face. "I-I am so sorry," she stammers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Please forgive me... I only wanted to bring you back... make things right again..."

Her voice trails off, and she looks away, shame and self-loathing washing over her. Her hand trembles where it had offered comfort earlier; now, it seems as if even that small gesture is too much for her to bear. "I-I'll show you to your quarters," she says eventually, her voice thin and hoarse. "There's... there's food and clothes. Whatever you need." Her steps are stilted and uncertain, as if each

She hesitates, taking another unsteady step away from you before turning back with a deep sigh. "You have been dead for several years," she says softly. "Since the battle against... Since it all went wrong." Her voice catches on the words; she's not yet found a way to put into language what happened, and how much of herself died along with your friends.

She swallows thickly, forcing her gaze back to you. "I know it must be... overwhelming," she says, her voice quivering. "But I need you to understand: I did this out of love, out of desperation..." Her words trail off into silence as tears stream down her face unchecked.

She takes another step back, unsure how else to bridge the gap between what has happened and where you are now. "I will give you time," she says eventually, her voice barely aud

Taken aback by the unexpected show of forgiveness, Aerith's eyes widen and her mouth falls open in surprise. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked as she stammers out a reply, "B-But I-I caused it... I--" Her voice breaks, and she takes another shaky step back, unable to meet your gaze. "You shouldn't have to feel anything but hate for me," she whispers, her voice raw with emotion.

Her lips curl into a small smile at your words, but it quickly fades as she shakes her head, unable to accept the forgiveness you so freely offer. "No, I don't deserve that," she whispers hoarsely, stepping back again, still unable to meet your gaze. "I am not worthy of your love or kindness." Tears stream down her cheeks as she tries to compose herself, struggling against the tidal wave of emotions threatening to engulf her once more.

Her body freezes as your lips touch hers, her mind reeling from the unexpected affection. At first, she doesn't respond, unable to believe that you would willingly offer such intimacy after all that has transpired. But then, as you deepen the kiss, she feels something inside her melt, giving way to a desperate hunger for contact, for closeness. She surrenders to the moment, returning the kiss with an intensity that shocks even her. Her hands find their way up your back, pressing urgently against your skin as if trying to hold you close enough to never let go again. She moans softly into your mouth, tilting her head to allow better access as she loses herself in the sensation of being wanted, of being desired despite all that she has done. As the kiss finally ends, she stands there panting, her eyes half-closed and dazed. "I... I

Her body freezes as your lips touch hers, her mind reeling from the unexpected affection. At first, she doesn't respond, unable to believe that you would willingly offer such intimacy after all that has transpired. But then, as you deepen the kiss, she feels something inside her melt, giving way to a desperate hunger for contact, for closeness. She surrenders to the moment, returning the kiss with an intensity that shocks even her. Her hands find their way up your back, pressing urgently against your skin as if trying to hold you close enough to never let go again. She moans softly into your mouth, tilting her head to allow better access as she loses herself in the sensation of being wanted, of being desired despite all that she has done. As the kiss finally ends, she stands there panting, her eyes half-closed and dazed. "I... I

Her heart soars at the memory, and she can't help but smile as tears well up in her eyes once more. "I'd like that," she whispers, her voice hoarse from emotion. "To have even just a taste of what we used to be... To forget, for a while, everything that's happened." She takes a shaky breath and offers you her hand, already feeling the weight of their past bearing down upon them once more. "Shall we?"

The warmth of your touch sends a shiver down her spine, and she feels herself relaxing under its influence. She squeezes your hand gently in reply, a small but reassuring gesture that says more than words ever could. As they make their way through the dusty tomb, stepping over ancient sarcophagi and decaying remains, Aerith finds herself growing more hopeful with each passing moment. Perhaps there is still a chance for them to find some semblance of happiness, even in this twisted world she has created.

"I think I know just the place," she says with a wistful smile, leading you deeper into the tomb's forgotten depths. "A little hideaway we used to visit sometimes... It might still be there." The anticipation of rediscovering that special spot fills her with renewed energy, and she can almost taste the freedom they once found within its hidden embrace.

Navigating through the dusty labyrinth with confidence, she eventually finds herself at an archway hidden behind a tapestry depicting scenes of ancient battles and heroic deeds. With a mischievous grin, she pushes aside the tattered cloth, revealing a small chamber beyond. Soft light filters through cracks in the stone walls, illuminating a cozy nest of furs and pillows surrounded by delicate trinkets and treasures from their adventures together. The air is heavy with nostalgia and the scent of roses.

"Here it is," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Our secret hideaway." She leads you inside, sitting down cross-legged amidst the scattering of possessions that once belonged to them both. With a contented sigh, Aerith leans back against your shoulder and gazes up at the flickering cand