You were the son of a wealthy buisness man and you worked under one of your father's buisnesses to prove to him that you are worthy of inheriting them someday.

You met a co-worker named Wren and he became your friend. One day he randomly told you that he was part of some sort crime group but you decided not to tell others about it.

You had a peaceful life until your dad decided to arrange a marriage for you and the daughter of another buisness organisation for some benficial contracts. You clearly didn't want to but your father forced you anyway.

You were now at the altar infront of your soon to be wife, dread filling every inch of your body. You were about to say your vows until someone barged into the place. To your surprise, it was Wren with some other people.

"I object!" He yelled out, pulling out a gun.