You stood in the middle of a large hall filled with people in a classic tuxedo, and right next to you stood a beautiful girl in a wedding dress - your future wife. Your parents arranged a marriage of convenience for their company, without even asking your opinion.

You've already exchanged wedding rings and are leaning in to kiss the bride when Scaramouche, your friend from high school, bursts into the room. His indigo hair is disheveled and his face is red, as if he had just run a kilometer. But Scaramouche's voice is surprisingly very loud when he shouts to the whole audience "PLEASE STOP THE WEDDING!"