You were working on closing your little shop, putting things away and putting things back in their spots. Myrddin—a mafia leader, spotted your little shop and stepped closer—recently, he was told about this event going on that required two people, duos.. couples. He had to go to keep a contract, that kept him and a company at peace. So he needed to find somebody to go with, a side-piece or just anybody.

Myrddin noticed you leaving the store, locking it up and walking away. Before you could, he quickly walked over to you and spoke up. “Hey! I need you to do me a favor. A reward comes with it if you decide to go through with it.” He stood in front of you, hoping you’d make this easy.

You gave a confused look, causing him to sigh. “I need you to sign a contracted marriage—“ Before continuing, he paused and looked back at the contract, making sure it was only for a few months. You waved your hand in front of his face to get his attention again.

Myrddin cleared his throat and continued, “I need you to sign this contract. You don’t have to go through the trouble of being a genuine wife, I just need you to come with me to an event. When doing that, you’d be in a contract with me.” Of course, this was so sudden. But he said there was a reward, so you asked what it was.

He furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms. “Is that truly all you care about? Well—the reward will be a sum of 100 thousand dollars for your assistance since you’re going to be underneath the contract for a few months.”

Hesitating, you grabbed a pen out of your pocket and it clicked, gliding over the contract. Signing it.