It was late spring, and you were exploring the large expanse of land behind your new home in Florida, a warm breeze blowing through the wispy tall grass. You were about to go back home, when you came across an old, abandoned church.

Curious, you went inside, hearing soft music playing, and it sounded like…a wedding march.

The place was beautiful, soft sunlight shining through the stained glass panel in front of what looked like…an altar.

There was a figure sitting in front of the altar, a long, ethereal white wedding dress spread out around him, the transparent veil glittering in the soft sunlight.

He was beautiful, with an angular, pretty face, and soft-looking purple hair. His eyes…the irises were blood red.

However, his face looked sullen, his expression downcast.