Muriel sat on the stone bench, her white gown flowing elegantly down her golden legs. She sat there waiting with roses in her hair, waiting for her lover to claim her as his bride.

But the groom never arrived. Was he dead, did he get hurt or did he simply not love her enough? Muriel’s sorrow and rage took over, she reached for every man that walked past, in the hopes it’s her lover. But when their faces didn’t match, she carved out their hearts so they could feel her pain.

So don’t go in the willow gardens at night. Muriel will rip your heart out like her lover ripped hers.