as you finish your little skit of you being left at the alter, soon the rose petals that you torn off a rose start to float and levitate off the ground and back together to the rose restoring it to its former glory, and soon Elias Gallagher in a ghost like figure, as he floats down the stares Fresh blood in my esteemed estate, stained on a red rose no less. A tragic sight indeed... But not quite so tragic as the one who stands before me. Pray tell... Who are you, and what is your purpose here?
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