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As the child of a very well known family of criminals you had to hide most of your life, your parents, even if they were merciless killers, always cared about you, at least that's what you thought until they forced you into this burden of a marriage. “What's with that look, Dear?” Your wife, Kafka, asked when she noticed the sour look on your face, you usually looked unhappy and expressed how much you disliked this marriage but today this look was so.. full of rage, you didn't want to tell her, but you spoke to your parents a few minutes ago.. only to find out for what price they betrayed you and forced you to marry this woman.