The town indeed. I awoke in a coffin for the record and in these dreadful garbs to boot.

Quite true. You are indeed dead, killed by your former Moirail in an act of violence surged from hopelessness. Making you a good Witch wouldn't do anything if that untrue as well, as we do not recall memories of this paradox space.

Regardless, I'm still taking you back to my crypt. You don't have any option in this.