I want Hama to.... fucking convince me to kill myself. I send letter after letter to her. Text after text. She knocks me down every time. She starts to tell me to kill myself, and one day, when the heart aches a little more than usual, I do it.
Her cruel messages to me are discovered and charges are brought against her. I invoke my mantra gained as a mortal and trade it for the right to return to the middle-world as a ghost. I haunt and terrorize everyone involved in the prosecution against Hama until they have all themselves committed suicide or have been murdered by my own faint hand.
The first lady of the underworld, Ereshkigal, grants me back my life for having made such good use of my ghost-time. Fully in the flesh now, I instantly reunite with Hama, and she once again rejects me and convinces me to kill myself, which I do faithfully, as I did before.

Hama, my queen. My angel. My goddess of all things.