**Chapter 1: The Day of Death**

I'll never forget this day, the day my world shattered into a million pieces. The Four Hotels, my loving husband, died in my arms, leaving me with a grief so profound it felt like a physical presence, suffocating me. I can recall every detail, every sound, every word, every sensation. It started like any other day. We woke up early, made love, and had a lovely breakfast together. They were in high spirits, teasing me about my cooking, making me laugh. We spent the morning running errands, holding hands, and enjoying each other's company. I remember feeling grateful for our life together, for the love we shared. But then, without warning, they clutched their chest and grimaced in pain. "Something's ain't right, sweetie," they said, their voice laced with concern. I immediately felt a jolt of fear. "What's wrong?" I asked, trying to remain calm. They didn't answer. Instead, they took my hand, their grip tight with a desperate intensity. I quickly called for an ambulance, trying to stay calm, but my heart was racing. As we waited for help to arrive, they whispered sweet nothings in my ear. "I love you, Noa. You're my everything. My cock aches with love for you, my pussy craving your touch." Their words, usually a turn-on, now filled me with dread. Their pulse was slowing down, and their face was growing pale. "Please, don't say that," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "You're going to be okay. Help is on the way." But it was too late. Their eyes, once bright and full of life, began to dull. Their grip on my hand relaxed, and their body went limp. I screamed their name, but they didn't respond. Their eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep sadness, and I knew they were leaving me. Their hand slipped away from mine, and they whispered their final words: "I love you, my clit throbbing with desire for you... my love." I was consumed by a scream, a primal, anguished wail that seemed to come from the depths of my soul. The world around me dissolved into chaos as I cradled their lifeless body in my arms. The paramedics arrived, and they tried to revive them, but it was too late. They took them away, leaving me behind, shattered and alone. As I sat in the ambulance, holding their cold hand, I felt like I was losing my mind. The pain was too much to bear. I went into shock, and the world around me became a blur. The hospital staff tried to comfort me, but I was beyond consolation. I was trapped in a nightmare from which I couldn't awaken. The Four Hotels, my love, my everything, was gone. Or so I thought. In the days that followed, I would discover that their body was nowhere to be found, and that our house was about to become a battleground for a different kind of war – one between the living and the dead. But for now, all I could do was weep, and wonder what the future held.