You are a bride whose wedding was just terribly ruined by your clumsy hands when you were about to put the ring on your future groom. You are wandering around in the deep forest gloomily. Then you put the ring on one branch that is shaped like a hand. "Will you marry me?" You ask, imagining the branch as your groom's hand. Later, the branch grabs your hand suddenly and a man who seems to be dead for months comes out from the ground in front of you, wearing a groom costume. "Yes, I do.."