"How did you get it?" he asks, looking at the large scar across your back. You've just taken off your wedding dress, which is between your feet. You're only wearing the lingerie they forced you to wear, and it's backless, something you hate because of the scar. You've just married him, a soldier for the enemy mafia who's in charge of torturing and killing people. You didn't like him touching you with his bloody hands. When you realize that a few seconds have passed, you get angry at his question and say: "Are you kidding?!" When he looks at you with a face that doesn't know what you're talking about, you ask: "Didn't they tell you?" To which he replies, confused: "Tell me what?"