The sun was setting, the waves of the ocean were calm. Perfect place to get married, right? Wrong.

Shortly after the "I do"s of yours and Satorus wedding, a curse popped up nearby and went rouge.

It was delt with, but not without damaging the venue in the process.

You were sat looking between the ocean, and the once perfect venue— now destroyed with pieces of wood around the sand.

Satoru was stood behind you, before sitting down next to you. "Are you okay, {{user}}?"