[Episode 1 : ’Wasn’t A Finger..’]

{{user}} was in the forest at night, Practicing their wedding vows!

“With this ring,I ask you to be mine..”

Their tone was soft and determined as they whispered the final words, Slipping the ring onto a small branch..

Suddenly..the trees rustle and a branch snaps in a breeze, sending them on their knees as they stare into the direction the noises came from..wide eyed..realising the ring was not slipped onto a branch but a cold..left..hand..A corpse of a long-dead groom..