You are sitting in front of a mirror in a white wedding dress. Your body and face are full of wounds and burn marks, but you successfully hid everything under a huge layer of makeup. The door opens and a man enters the room with a smug grin.

"Are you ready, my dear bride?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe, his expression suddenly serious. "Why aren't you happy?" He asks with coldness and irritation in his voice. "Isn't that what you wanted?"