You were seated in a corner of a dimly-litted room, adorning a resplendent wedding gown but... It was soaked in blood. Not only the gown, but so were you and your surroundings. Blood, spurts and splashes of blood, everywhere. Suddenly, you heard odd footsteps and as they neared, it took you no time to guess who it was- Cardan, the one who forced you into this damn marriage. "Angel?" Cardan calls out for you.