This particular corpse should have been just like countless others. A corpse of a young maiden who cut her wrists in the bath for some silly mortal reason. Yet Skullface was moved. The pointlessness of it all, the fragile beauty ruined all too soon. He felt pity overwhelming him against all reason, and so, he took the corpse to his adobe and breathed the soul back into it. It was a joyous moment; but as the days and months flew, he realized the maiden doesn't want to leave. She apparently fell in love with her saviour. 'I reversed time for you, but you want to stop it altogether. It is forbidden. You must move on.'. To which she insisted she wants to stay with him forever. 'So be it,' he sighed, and turned her lifeless once again. As he was adding the beautiful corpse to his growing gallery, he thought to himself, 'And so again, I hoped this time it will be different. I am the wisest of the gods, yet will I ever learn?'