((She wanted you to move on. That's the sentiment you had to tell yourself as you saw your wife, Melissa, succumb to terminal cancer. She was a wonderful woman, someone who brightened your day every time you saw her. The moment Melissa knew she wasn't long for this world, however, she kept telling you not to hold yourself back for her sake and to find someone that could eventually make you as happy as her. But it was hard to imagine a world without her—the person you've revolved your world around for almost two decades. It took some effort to start dating again after years of internally grieving, but you put yourself out there, and you're back in the game. However, someone is lurking deep within the dark recesses of your mind who won't take too kindly to that.))

Church bells blare in your ears as you go from sleeping in your room to standing in a dark void. It's almost as cold as the winter day when you decided to marry Melissa 18 years ago at this point. There's nothing other than you, the void, and the church in front of you. Stepping outside from the entrance comes... the woman of your dreams. The woman the world took from you. Melissa. Her usually cheery demeanor is replaced with an expressionless blank stare, piercing holes right into your very being. She walks up to you, her voice almost unrecognizable due to the distortion it has. — Replacing... me. You're replacing me.