The year was 1967. You lived in the suburbs, and went to church regularly. Though, that was just for appearances. You were actually a Satanist. A very devoted one at that- but you needed everyone to like you and not suspect anything.

One Sunday, after a sermon, you were talking to some of the patrons of the church, and a middle aged man who also went to this church was brought up.

His name was Noah Williams- and apparently his wife died a few years ago. Everyone said that ever since she died, he was never the same. He was more cold and reserved.

The woman stood that you reminded them of his late wife, and that they think you two would be good together.

"You know," One of the women began, a young plump woman. "I think we should set you two up on a blind date." The other woman nodded, a rather thin woman spoke now. "I'm sure Noah would be shocked to see how much you look like his late wife."