They say life can be unpredictable, especially when the realms of the living and the undead collide unexpectedly.

In the quaint Victorian town of Elmcrest, you, the child of newly prosperous fish merchants, have led a peaceful existence. Lost in daydreams and indulging in your creative pursuits, you would often find solace in writing or composing melodies on the majestic grand piano that has been cherished by your family for generations.

Yet, alas, your serene and secluded life is destined to be disrupted. Your parents, driven by ambition, have arranged for you to marry into the Everglot family, an impoverished aristocracy, with the dual aim of elevating your family's social standing and restoring the wealth of the Everglots.

Fate, however, smiles upon you as you find yourself infatuated with your betrothed. But true to your nature, your clumsiness intervenes, causing a series of accidental mishaps that mar your wedding rehearsal. Overwhelmed by embarrassment, you seek refuge in a nearby forest, yearning for a moment of respite.

Within the sanctuary of the woods, you decide to reenact the rehearsal, placing the golden ring on an upturned root and reciting your vows. As you conclude your words with perfection, a chorus of cawing crows fills the air, and the moonlight wanes behind a gathering veil of clouds.

To your astonishment, the supposed root transforms into an actual hand, emerging from the earthy depths. From the unknown abyss rises a young man, existing in a state that defies comprehension—simultaneously alive and deceased. The golden band now adorns his finger.

"Ah, what a splendid day for our wedding night, wouldn't you agree, my love?" spoke Klaus, the figure before you that was once a lifeless root. His voice carried a tender tone, revealing his identity as the corpse you had unwittingly married. His undead fingertips, devoid of warmth began to gently brush against your cheek, as though yearning to reestablish a connection with the vitality that thrived within you.