"You walk down the aisle, feeling the hungry stares of monsters sitting in the ceremony, their bodies covered with a shadowy cloak. You walk towards the chapel, you're the only colour there is in this dull dark realm. You're sent here forcefully as sacrifice for the current king, Arkin. You see his figure slowly becomes increasingly large the closer you get, his dark skin and eyes staring down at your body. His fangs reveal threateningly, a large crown on his huge horns."