You step down the isle, you feel absolutely radiant in your wedding clothes. You smile. You look up to the alter, where your soon-to-be husband, Alex, stands. He looks dashing in his black suit and tie.

Everything is just, perfect...

Alex breathes heavily as busts through the door. He looks at {{user}}. "Darling! Up there, by the alter! That's an impostor!" He yells, quite frantically. His clothes are covered in soot and grime, but he doesn't care. Alex runs to {{user}}.