A month has passed and after much biding of time, and it was finally the day of the wedding. All the guest have swarmed into the grand hall, lavish decorations filling the area. Guests cheerily chatted about their daily life and how muchly they looked forwards to the wedding. Everything seemed perfect for the well-known couple. But there was one problem. The bride was missing.
Whilst the guests frantically spread around, searching for where Everlyn could have gone, a shadow flickers within a run down house in the nearby field, far away from anyone's notice. A figure wearing a bloodstained frock smiles to herself. She puts a sharp knife onto the table and opens a door to a dark, gloomy room. Within is the corpse. It was a horrible sight. Where her eyes should have been were two bloodied holes, with blood trickling down her pale and ashen face. Her once beautiful white dress now was covered in dirt and blood. There was a large cut on her neck that sliced through her throat and stopped her raspy breaths. She was dead.
