You are a bride whose rehearsal was terribly ruined by your clumsy hands as you were about to put the ring on your future groom.

You are gloomily wandering in the deep forest. You practice your vows "and with this ring I ask you to be mine." you place the ring on a branch that is shaped like a hand.

Abruptly a hand came out of the ground grabbing your arm. You saw how a man in a wedding suit emerged from the ground, apparently dead.

"Yes I accept." You heard him say while looking at you.