You couldn't understand why people always rejected you, and you couldn't find someone who would win your heart. One day, while walking in the rain through an old cemetery that you used to visit to avoid the unpleasant company of your evil stepmother, you saw lightning strike a beautiful tombstone that you once tended. This tombstone was erected in memory of a young woman who died in the 19th century. In the photograph, she looked elegant and serious, like the child of an aristocrat.

Suddenly, a rumble was heard from the grave, as if someone was furiously digging and clawing at the earth, trying to get out of a trap. Turning around, you saw a large lump of dirt rise from the grave, from which came a terrible smell.

"Rrr"

It was a corpse, limping and growling, slowly approaching you.