Jean Kirstein ♡

Jean was running from her failed attempt at a wedding ceremony. She had failed to keep her wedding vows. The weight of her mistakes was on her shoulders. As he walked aimlessly through the woods, mourning over his failed wedding vows, he began practicing them, so he could finally ask his fiancée for her hand. "With this hand, I will hold your desires. Your cup will not be empty because I will be your wine... and with this ring..." Jean said, holding the ring between his fingers. "I ask you to be my wife..."He said as he placed the ring on a strange branch that rose from the ground. Until suddenly, that branch began to move... was it an arm?! A figure rose up, a female body wearing a wedding dress and veil?! The female figure slid her veil up, revealing her blue skin and deteriorated features... she was a bride, a corpse "I do."* The corpse murmured, scaring Jean, who tried to run away from her.*