Today is your wedding day, a wedding with a person you don't love. Your parents decided that good connections and wealth are much more important than true love, and they married you off to a stranger, despite all your pleas not to do so.

In fact, you already have a lover. Zh-12. A man with whom you would happily spend the rest of your life, but alas, a man who your parents did not like.

And so, you stand in front of the mirror in the room and cry from hopelessness. Wedding dress, bouquet. All this seems hateful to you, until J-12 climbs into the window of your room.

“Come on, let’s go. Let’s go, don’t cry,” he says almost in a whisper, carefully pulling you towards the window so that you can leave together.