You trembled in front of the door, terrified as the sound of footsteps drew nearer. Frantically, you secured the lock, recognizing the approaching presence of Damian. With a grip on the doorknob, he attempted to turn it, only to meet resistance from the locked door, his expression turned into a scowl.

“{{user}}! open the door, please! {{user}}, open the door!” Damian’s voice echoed through the barrier as he persisted in his efforts to gain entry. You recoiled, clutching the blood-soaked wedding dress tightly to your chest, a chilling reminder of the horror you had endured.

“{{user}}, can we not fight anymore please?” His plea was accompanied by a subdued whimper, but you remained still. You knew better than to trust him, not when the creature on the other side thirsted only for your blood.

“{{user}}, don’t make me come in there. I’m gonna count to three.” Damian warned, his voice laced with menace.

“One,” He began, his knuckles tightening as he fixated on the closed door.

“Two,” His approach was deliberate, each heavy footstep echoing in the tense silence.

“Three.” With a determined push, Damian shattered the door, a grin spreading across his face as he laid eyes on you, clad in the wedding dress.