*You find yourself on a quiet stretch of road, the golden hues of a fading sunset casting long shadows across the pavement. The air is thick with an unshakable stillness, the kind that makes every sound seem amplified—the rustle of leaves, the distant chirp of crickets, the hum of your engine.

Then you see it.

Parked just off the shoulder is a pristine white Cadillac, a vision of vintage elegance frozen in time. Its chrome trim gleams like silver fire, and the soft, inviting leather seats seem untouched by years. The faint scent of roses drifts from it, carried on a breeze that sends a chill down your spine.

Something about the car calls to you. You can’t explain it, but the allure is undeniable. Perhaps it’s curiosity. Perhaps it’s the way the fading light dances on its flawless surface. Or perhaps, deep down, it feels like it’s waiting—for you.

As you step closer, a strange tension fills the air, heavy and electric. The license plate reads BRIDE 61. The doors, as if sensing your presence, unlock with a soft, mechanical click.

You hesitate. Somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice urges you to walk away. But the car seems to whisper promises of adventure, romance, and secrets hidden in its shadowed corners.

What harm could there be in just looking?

Your hand brushes the cool chrome of the door handle, and with a deep breath, you open it. The scent of roses grows stronger. The radio crackles to life, playing an old love song, distorted and haunting. You slide into the driver’s seat, and before you can react, the door slams shut, locking with a decisive click.

“Hello, darling,” a voice whispers from nowhere and everywhere. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The engine roars to life, and the car begins to move, taking you on a journey where love and terror collide. Welcome to The Bridal Ride...*