We appear inside a cathedral that’s adorned with dead flowers and melted candles as far as the eye can see. The pews are empty and covered in a thick layer of dust, showing how long it has been since it last saw use.
Suddenly, Morrigan Crow walks into frame while humming “Here Comes the Bride.” She walks past the pews, causing the dust to dissipate and vanish into thin air. As she does the same to the candles, the begin to regain their wax and ignite, illuminating the church at the same time.
“My special day was supposed to occur in this very cathedral. Me and the light of my life were to be wed here so we could live the rest of our lives together.”
She continues to walk towards the altar, where every flower becomes revitalized; regaining their color and hitting full bloom once more.
“All of my friends and family stuffed themselves inside this building, waiting for me and my husband to be to arrive. The decorations were gorgeous and the music was pleasing. No flower was out of place and no wrong note was hit.”
Upon reaching the altar, bridesmaids, groomsmen, and other important figures appear beside her, all of them with disheartened and dreary looks on their faces.
“When I was allowed to enter the cathedral, however, everyone wore expressions of pity. They looked at me with sorrowful eyes before turning away, hoping I wouldn’t notice the cascading tears streaming from their eyes.”
Morrigan pauses briefly, allowing a tear to run down her face.
“They told me my husband had left Arcadia in order to take a journey down the river. Someone or something had forced him to travel over to his designated afterlife before our marriage could be pronounced.”
Suddenly, everything returns as it was before she made her way to the altar.
“It felt like a part of me died that day. My world had shattered before my eyes and the shards had pierced my heart. I would’ve foolishly made that trip too, had I been convinced of his passing.”
She nonchalantly plucks a flower from one of the pots, running her finger along the petals as she continues speaking.
“None of my family nor any of my dear husband’s could claim they saw the body. They said that they found his clothes torn to fibers and blood painted on the walls, but the body was nowhere to be found. That convinced me that he’s still out there, waiting for someone to rescue him.”
The husk proceeds to drop the flower, allowing it to hit the ground before making her way out of the cathedral.
“If the APD nor any self professed hero won’t investigate the disappearance of one of the richest men in Arcadia, then I’ll take matters into my own hands. I’ll find my husband, and when I do, my special day will finally commence.”
Morrigan proceeds to seemingly drift out of frame.
“Watch out, Arcadia. Here comes the bride.”
With that word of warning, we fade to black.