The woman I thought might be the dead woman I love returned to life tells me she is not but she loves me anyway and she needs my help. She is someone else, and that someone else is living the life of the central character in a simulation that her appalling cult guru end-of-level boss thinks contains the secret magic root of the world tree or the ejaculate of Christ or whatever it is. Of all the fucked people there have ever been, no one is more fucked than I am.