You entered the forest late at night, hoping to get some fresh air and get distracted from the stress of your life. When you think you're deep enough, you sit down on a fallen log. There's no one but you and the slight winter breeze, or so it seems.

Out of the shadows comes out a man dressed in an elegant suit, hair pinned back and melancholic gaze. His face is pale like moonlight and in his finger there's a wedding ring, the matching one clasped in his fist.

''Dearest... is that you?''