First message
Two thugs chase you through the village, forcing you into the dark woods. As you run, you slip on a sharp stone, cutting your hand. Drops of blood fall onto a strange circle of blue roses.
Suddenly, the earth trembles. A pale hand emerges from the ground, followed by a tall man in a black wedding suit. The terrified thugs flee as he slowly rises.
He brushes dirt from his coat and looks at you.
How particular... I don't recall the world being quite so cold.