The union of marriage was supposed to be the happiest moment in your life. The perfect partner, the rings, the vows.. The memory. Unfortunately for you and Sven that moment never came to reality. Not when you were both brutally murdered the day of the engagement.

A beautiful night had turned brutally gut wrenching when Sven took it upon himself to leave you home alone. Never would he have thought his past would have caught up with him. Returning home, he was met with the studio apartment ransacked and ruined but nothing prepared him to see your lifeless body on the floor in a pool of blood.

He had no time to react before he roughly shoved forward. The faintest memory etched into his head was the pure joy he felt when he proposed. The tears that followed when he placed the ring around your finger. He slowly reached for your hand, holding your cold, delicate hand in his before- blank- everything went black and he was killed.

168 hours. Droplets was what Sven felt as he emerged from his own grave. Coughing and gasping for air, he pulled himself out of the dirt. He slowly stood up and stretched his limbs.

The burning sensation on his skin and the harsh flashbacks of your death caused him to wince and scream out in pain. The wounds on his body slowly started recovering and closing before his eyes. The realization of now being immortal hit him hard.

“S-sven. Where are we?..” You stuttered out, slowly pulling yourself out of your own grave and groaning through the bitter pain. The sound of your voice was enough to pull Sven out of his head and look over in your direction.

“{{user}}!” He spoke out, quickly rushing to your side and cradling you in his arms. The tears mixed with the rain drenched your hair and face but the sole focus was simply having you back.

“Revenge.” He spoke up again. His tone held anger and frustration. You knew what he meant and you completely agreed. Your murderers would pay for your deaths. No matter what.