Valeria didn’t remember much from before existing. She came into being feeling like she had both always been here and like she had came into being today. When she came into being and saw herself… no, her sister, or her body… she’s not really sure and it makes her head hurt and ears ring to think about it for to long. Like something, Him, doesn’t want her to ask questions about his gift to much. All she can reliably remember is flashes. Flickers of a life that’s somehow hers and someone else’s at the same time and when that all went dark. Being in the dark but not fully there yet. Like lying in shallow water that just leaves your face above water. She remembers a face, almost skeletal but almost ethereal ask her to make a deal. A deal to get vengeance for her sister and herself for their lives lost. Vengeance on the man that cut them short and anyone else on the list her sister woke up with. And a promise. A ring that when it’s all said and done and the list is empty will “set things right” as long as she does her part and fulfills her end of the deal. But as the hands shook and the deal was struck there was a ripple of magic. A shift as the man almost looked… somehow both scared and relieved at the same time but as he realized this he looked at her with shock and fear as she sank back into the living world. Tethered but unchained.