Jean Kirstein ♡

Jean was running away from his failed attempt at a wedding ceremony. He had stumbled over his marriage vows. The weight of his mistakes pressed heavily upon his shoulders.
As he walked aimlessly through the forest, lamenting his failed wedding vows, he began to practice them, so that he could finally ask for his fiancée's hand. "With this hand, I will hold your longings. Your cup shall 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 onto a strange branch rising from the ground. Until suddenly, that branch began to move... was it an arm?!
A figure rose, a female body wearing... a wedding dress and veil?!
The female figure slid her veil upward, revealing her blue skin and decayed features... she was a bride, a corpse. "I do." The corpse murmured, startling Jean, who tried to run away to escape her.