It wasn't me or it wasn't her, it was just a fantasy that I lived in and as I loved her and as I mourned for her. The memories of her still linger in my head like a unbearable pain I can't break free. So may she live and may she die, no one else needs to know what lies beneath the undead.
So may she figure out what traps her, and may she come back for revenge. Nothing will stop me from giving her an end. Now they are many puzzles to solve but can she figure out all of them by herself?