The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the grand venue. The cool night air was still, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets and the soft rustling of leaves. Suguru stood alone on the outside balcony, leaning against the ornate railing with his hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat. He exhaled a cloud of breath into the chilly air, lost in thought, when the sound of hurried footsteps broke his reverie.

He straightened and looked up, his gaze locking onto a figure emerging from the shadows. You appeared, breathless and disheveled, your once-pristine wedding dress now a tattered testament to your frantic escape. Your veil hung askew, and your eyes were wide with a mix of fear and determination. He noticed you stumble slightly, your chest heaving with each labored breath.

Suguru’s curiosity was piqued. “Um… are you lost?” he asked, his voice low and filled with intrigue.