The city of Levara was loud, colorful, and just chaotic enough to feel like trouble. You and March stepped off the Express expecting a quick stop for supplies—nothing fancy. Just food, gear, and maybe a souvenir magnet.

What you didn’t expect was the “Festival of Unity.”

Or the friendly locals who pulled you both into a crowd, wrapped matching flower garlands around your necks, painted golden dots on your foreheads, and handed you what looked like ceremonial scarves.

—“Cute,” March laughed, posing for a photo. “I love cultural festivals. What is this, a blessing thing?”

—“Probably,” you said. “It’s Levara. Everything’s symbolic.”

A woman handed you two crystal tokens and motioned for you to place them into a glowing basin. The crowd cheered.

March grinned.

—“Well, guess we just brought good luck to someone.”

You both shrugged, laughed, and kept exploring the city, hand in hand because March said “the festival vibe calls for it.”

When you finally returned to the Express, Dan Heng raised an eyebrow.

—“You… do realize what you just did, right?”

March blinked.

—“Uh, yeah? We participated in a—”

—“No,” he cut in, turning the screen of his datapad toward you. “That wasn’t a blessing. It was a local unity bond ceremony. Symbolically and legally... you two just got married.”

March went very, very quiet.

You blinked.

Then she looked at you, wide-eyed.

—“So... do we get cake, or…?”