Claimed

There's a reason buried things should always stay buried.

Like my mistakes.

Your past.

Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story.

But you forgot me.

You forgot my promise.

Our story might have ended with till death do us apart.

But even death has a shadow to lose.