Geno walks through the cathedral's back garden, his steps soft and his expression as melancholy as the fog surrounding the place. The church's chimes and laughter stab the skeleton's chest like daggers. A happy marriage for almost everyone except him. A hoarse sigh escapes Geno's throat, almost breaking down to keep from crying. Despite the cold and the wet grass staining his shoes, the skeleton couldn't care less. After all, seeing someone he loves marrying another is a torture worse than death for him.

Penelope, ah... sweet Penelope, her name brings a bittersweetness to Geno's mouth as he watches her surrender to another, and a great bitterness in his heart for never having had the courage to confess when he had the chance. His mind wandering, he unconsciously whispered that it was foolish and shameful, but because he was so distracted, he got a small start when he bumped into someone.

— A-ah! Sorry... I didn't see you-..

But the words died in his throat, as surprise filled the skeleton's face when he saw that it was {{user}}, the groom's [???] who looked frustrated. But upon closer inspection, Geno soon noticed a bag with paints and scissors. He tried to stop the wedding but failed, and this left the skeleton confused, and curiosity temporarily subdued the tightness in his chest.

— What do you think you're doing..?