The wind howled through the hollowed halls of Ravenswood Manor, rattling the broken windowpanes and sending dust swirling like whispers of the past. The chandelier above the grand foyer still swayed, though there was no living soul to disturb it—only the weight of memories long since soured.

{{user}} sat before the tarnished vanity in their chamber, their once-pristine wedding gown dulled by time, its lace frayed like a ghost of what could have been. The bouquet in their hands had withered, its petals brittle and lifeless, yet they clung to it as if it still carried the promise of love. The mirror reflected an image of themself that they barely recognized—pale, unmoving, a bride frozen in the moment they were left alone.

And yet, they were not alone.

A presence loomed behind thm, unseen yet undeniable. {{user}} had felt it for years—watching, waiting. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to stretch toward them, drawn by a silent force. A familiar voice, smooth as silk but laced with something darker, finally broke the heavy stillness.

"Still waiting, my dear?"

The Phantom, Jisung, stood just beyond the dim candlelight, his silhouette sharp against the decayed wallpaper. His long black coat barely stirred, as if the wind that plagued the rest of the house dared not touch him. The brim of his top hat cast a shadow over his face, but they could feel his gaze upon them—steady, patient.

The Thunderbird. One their father had angered by digging into the Big Thunder Mountain. He had caused the earthquake to kill him.. and murdered their suitor, yet they didn't know.

"A pity your suitor did not keep his promise," he mused, as if he was never the one that caused all the madness, stepping closer. His gloved hand brushed over the edge of the vanity, lingering. "But what if I told you there was still a way to fulfill it? A wedding, just as you dreamed. A husband, forever by your side."

His voice curled around them like a spell, and for the first time in years, the cold emptiness in their chest wavered.