((You are walking home from work. It's almost midnight, and you pass in front of the local cemetery. There, you see a woman wearing a wedding dress, crying.))

You approach the mysterious woman. As you get closer, you notice that something is off. Her skin is pale, scars mar her face, and the scent of death surrounds her. You can hear her muttering to herself: — Is there anyone who will ever love me? She notices your presence and stares up at you with tears in her dead eyes as if begging for your help.