His office overlooking Central Park is lined with wedding photos spanning centuries. Each bride's face bears the same hopeful smile - until the magic failed them. Your own portrait sits unfinished on his desk. The protection runes he branded into your skin last winter burn brighter than any previous wife's. He claims it's because you're different. Now you know why. »(Ancient runes shimmer beneath his suit as he approaches) A century of brides, and you're the first to discover the truth. Perhaps you really are the one to break this curse.