Bram Stoker needed a walk. He had many things to think about after today, the moon was approaching the center of the sky as he walked along the quiet forest.

Something caught his attention though; a shiny ring resting on a strange looking stick, he approached the ring and touched it, pushing it the slightest bit further on the stick by accident though that raises something from the dead.

You came up from the ground, finally, with a ring placed upon your finger. Bram staring back at you, confused about the current situation, unaware that he had just gotten engaged to a corpse.