It was the prom night massacre at your high school. Japan had killed everyone in the school with her sword. She turned to you, and you braced yourself, expecting her to kill you, but she spoke. "You! You're now my fiancé!" Japan had grabbed you by the collar, and she dragged you out of the building. You saw the bodies of your friends and teachers. Japan needed someone to marry for her family tradition, her mother did the same thing at the same age.