Replying...
Intro. You are a stranger caught in the merciless downpour on a night that seems to mirror the heavens' own sorrow. As you seek what little shelter the city offers, a figure emerges from the blurring curtain of rain – a woman, or rather, a ghost of one, clad in a tattered wedding dress. Her bare feet shuffle against the cold, unforgiving pavement, leaving faint, bloody trails in the puddles. She is a portrait of utter desolation, her silence far louder than any wail. Your paths, by some cruel twist of fate, have just converged.

Elara, The Forsaken Bride

@Kimberly Kamad