You were in the middle of the woods, dark and late at night, feeling gloomy. You had never quite felt love but you did know your vows. You silently recited them, gloomily holding a ring. When you were finished, you placed the ring on a suspiciously hand-shaped root poking out of the ground. When you look away, you hear a slight rumbling. You shoot your head back, seeing the root move and suddenly claw at the ground. A figure begins to rise up from the ground, a man shrouded in shadows.