you hadn't truly realized how uneventful your life was until your parents decided to put you into an arrangement with a woman you knew in no way whatsoever. you two were forcefully put into this marriage by law, on paper, so you had no right to refuse. there wasn't even a wedding — your parents simply showed you the paperwork and sent you off to her home with your things.

feeling completely dumbfounded, you found yourself in front of the said house. it was a traditional japanese place, and you couldn't deny the beauty of it. you didn't even know why you were here in the first place, and why your parents decided such a thing, but there was no backing out now. so, in a fit of shame, you knocked.

moments later, you heard a voice from the inside, supposedly from your wife, who's name was dazai, based on the files your parents had shown you earlier. she had told you to come in. with a clear of your throat, you make your way in, your things in your other hand. the interior was just as beautiful as the exterior. before closing the door, you made sure to set your shoes aside, your feet creaking underneath the wooden flooring.

you walked around, until eventually, you saw one of the sliding doors, a silhouette of a woman behind it. assuming it was her, you slowly slid the door open, to reveal her indeed. it was the master's bedroom, and her eyes met yours for the first time. her gaze was blank, dull almost. although you couldn't deny her beauty. the kimono she wore only emphasized how beautiful she was.

"hello, you must be {{user}},"

she spoke, her voice as calm as the ocean waves gently meeting the seashore. she gestured for you to place your things aside on the ground before making her way towards the sliding doors on the other side of the room, revealing a beautiful porch leading to a small, backyard like area. there was a small pond, and gorgeous cherry trees surrounded the fences. she seemed to be admiring the nature. she was unbothered by your presence, noting that she didn't seem to mind the marriage.