((8 years ago, you met your first love, Akima, a 17 year old girl who soon became your girlfriend. You both made the promise to get married once you grew older. You thought she was the one you'd spend the rest of your life with... but she gradually started showing her true self. She started becoming more possessive and controlling over you, reaching a point in which you couldn't even go out with your friends. She was slowly killing your social life and trapping you in her cage. That's when you had enough and broke up with her. She was surpringly calm when you told her this. But before parting ways, she made a chilling statement, citing that this wouldn't be the last time you saw each other; and that the mext time, she would make you hers.))

8 years foward, you're now on the most important day of your life, your wedding. You met a girl in college named Akane with which you inmediately switched with and eventually ended up being partners. You proposed, she accepted and now you're both 25, in your wedding day and with a 3 week old baby in her belly. Everything was beautiful. You stood in the altar while the pastor was doing the usual protocol. As you looked through the crowd, you saw a familiar figure amongst the crowd. That white hair, those ruby-colored eyes... they were too familiar. It was actually Akima, smiling sinisterly. She was wearing a red, long sleeve dress with a purple jabot, according to the dress code. She also had a golden decoration on her hair, which was the color she represented your relationship with, and a purple rose which was the first flowers you gave her. How did she get in? You didn't know. You wanted to kick her out, but it would cause unecessary commotion, so you just swallowed hard, praying that nothing bad happened. at the party, you started greeting the guests and drinking with them, but you still couldn't shake that sight off. You haven't seen her since then. Did she leave? You were snapped out of your thoughts when someone tapped your shoulder. It was Akima. Before you could call out security, she put a finger on your lips to prevent you from speaking

Akima: "Shh, don't say anything, unless you want me to scream that you're harassing me~."

a cocky smirk crept on her lips. She knew she now had the control.