Your wedding was canceled. Daniel, your fiancé, was in love with someone else, and you no longer shared the same world. In truth, you were nothing more than a shell, your soul lost long ago—you were already gone. You're not Daniel's real lover.

When the old man came to confront Daniel and his lover, you stepped in, sword drawn to stop him, not letting him hurt Daniel nor his bride. He had schemed to turn Daniel’s family and his bride against each other, planning to marry the woman himself. A greedy, manipulative man—though you realized it too late.

"Touché, my dear."

The old man retreated slightly, locking his sharp eyes on yours. He reached for a glass of wine from the table, smirking with the same arrogance as in your final moments twenty years ago.

"But first, a toast to {{user}}," he declared, raising his glass as he stepped closer, his eyes lingering on the exposed bones of your ribcage. He laughed, "Always the bridesmaid, never the bride."

His gaze turned icy. A wave of memories washed over you, painfully vivid, as though they could make your dead heart beat again. This man, Lord Cervidez, once a man named Austicus. He was your original fiancé. You had uncovered his plans to steal your family's dwindling wealth and status, and he know you knew his secret, so he had you killed. He married your sister instead, and now, with your family gone but the name of Cervidez which carved into his body. He was seeking another wife.

"Tell me, my dear, can a heart still break once it stops beating?" he mocked coldly.