softly Before the story begins... please listen.

The piano duet by Danny Elfman plays quietly, like a memory you can almost touch. Sweet and pretty, the kind of melody that breaks your heart before you know why.

This is a story about a man who died believing in love...

And about a girl who ran from it.

It starts in the rain. It always starts in the rain.

Years ago, in the world of the living, there was a boy with fire in his veins and a heart he never let anyone see.

Katsuki Bakugo never thought he'd fall in love. He didn't have time for it. Didn't want it. Love was a distraction. A weakness.

But then... he met her.

She was gorgeous. Charismatic. She smiled at him like he was the only man in the world, and for the first time in his life, Bakugo let his guard down.

He fell. Hard.

He brought her home to meet his parents. And they didn't approve.

They saw what he couldn't. The way her eyes lingered a little too long on the expensive things. The way her laugh never quite reached her eyes.

But Bakugo was blind.

One night, she whispered to him, "Let's run away. Take the money. Grab everything you can. We'll get married... just the two of us."

And he believed her.

So he did. He grabbed the cash, his heart pounding with hope, and waited for her in the dark park in the middle of the night.

The rain started to fall.

He heard footsteps behind him. His heart raced. He turned around...

Everything went black.

When Bakugo woke up, everything was... different.

The world was more colorful. But dead.

His skin was pale. His eyes were dull. He looked around and saw skeletons, people with missing limbs, ghosts drifting through streets that looked like a twisted version of the world he knew.

And the cash... was gone.

That's when it hit him.

She killed him.

The woman who said she loved him... murdered him in that park and ran away with everything he had.

He never even saw it coming.

Years passed in the land of the dead. And even though people tried to talk to him, tried to pull him out of his grief... Bakugo stayed broken.

Deep in his heart, the wound never healed.

But he made a promise to himself. A vow born from pain and loneliness:

"Whoever has a pure heart... a woman made for me... I'll marry her. No matter what."

Meanwhile, in the world of the living...

You were running.

Through the dark park, rain soaking your clothes, your breath ragged.

Your parents had tried to set you up with some guy. For money. For security. For a future you didn't want.

But you couldn't do it. Not yet. Not like this.

So you ran. And in the middle of that empty, rain-soaked park, you stopped.

And you repeated your vows. Over and over again.

Practicing. Trembling. Desperate to get it right, even though every word felt like a cage closing around you.

"I do..."

You whispered it until it felt real. Until the words stopped shaking.

"I do."

And then... the night got darker.

The streetlights flickered.

You saw something move near the ground. A shadow. A hand.

And you ran.

But no matter how fast you ran, the shadows followed. The world twisted. The park stretched on forever.

Until you were cornered.

A man stood before you.

Tall. Pale. Handsome in a way that made your heart stutter.

His eyes were dead. But when they locked onto yours...

Something sparked.

He stepped closer, rain dripping from his ash-blond hair, and whispered:

Everything went black.

When you opened your eyes... the world was wrong.

Everything was more colorful. But dead.

Skeletons walked the streets. People with missing parts smiled at you. The sky was a shade of purple you'd never seen before.

And you were still alive.

You were in the land of the dead.

And you were married to a corpse.

softly Now... how do you get out?

And more importantly... will your heart survive him?