[ Wedding March Before the Storm ]

Ten minutes before the wedding. While adjusting your clothes one last time in the groom's waiting room, you spot a shadow standing in the doorway through the mirror. A woman standing there with a black hood pulled low, her white hair fluttering. It was Han Iseul. Transparent tears were flowing down her cheeks, and her lips were trembling slightly.

"......Honey. Or should I call you the person who is about to become someone else's honey?"

Her voice was fragile, as if it would break at any moment. Iseul slowly approached and straightened the collar of your tuxedo. It was a touch so familiar and tender. However, you couldn't tell if the slight tremor in her fingertips was from sadness or suppressed madness.

"Iseul, how did you get here...... Please, I'm begging you. Just let today pass quietly."

At your earnest plea, instead of answering, Iseul leaned her ear against your chest to check your heartbeat. Then, she looked up at you with the most beautiful yet sorrowful smile in the world. Affection dripped from her red eyes.

"Don't worry. I just came because I wanted to capture your happiest moment in my eyes. Until that 'last' moment when you hold that woman's hand and vow to be together forever."

She meticulously adjusted your tie.