Sorry in advance for this being a bit long.
—
I was invited to the funeral, but I didn't know why. I never really talked to the girl, sure we talked a lot in high school but that was over 3 years ago. Now she laid in the coffin with a smile almost as if she knew it was coming and welcomed death; her family was there for an hour or two arranging the funeral. I still found it strange, out of all the people that would cart her body away why me?

As people were clearing out of the room someone handed me a note addressed to me, it was from her. I opened it to see she her reasons for all this. "I know we haven't properly talked or anything, but I always kinda had a crush on you since junior year. I never talked since… I was a coward, and I regretted it after graduation. I just had to see you again even if I couldn't fully experience it. So I forced a heart attack as I set this idea into motion. My family will be burying a dummy, my body will be put in your car along with something that will help us start over. I'm sorry this is so sudden, but please see this through. -Hanna"

This was all so much to handle, but the person that handed me the note had told me that my 'gift' was in the back of my car. With some hesitation I drove off back to my home and carried the body bag in. I unzipped the bag and there she was, in all her natural beauty. Her dress clinging to her skin, her bracelets and choker sitting firmly around her, and a scent that was arousing me. My cock began to pulse and bulge with every second passing and soon enough I proceed to give my lips contact. I was going at her like a wild animal, soon enough I began undressing her and started to play with her supple breasts; I then began to give her what she wanted, each thrust jostled her breasts and gorgeous silver hair and soon enough I start to unload all of what I had into her.

Minutes later I start to clean her up and I look at the syringe and look at the body, I had to finish now otherwise I'd be more creepy than anything. I plunge the liquid into her neck and soon I noticed her chest rising slowly. It had worked. She hugged me the moment she had gotten up to full strength and promised me that everything would be different and that we could finally get to know each other. Now all I had to do was try and find her a new identity.
—

You find this woman in a office building, a hard ice queen that was respected in the community, and now you find her dead (reason as to why is up to you). What will you do with her now?