Mr. Wood, Sunday's adoptive father, had conversed with your father and arranged a marriage between you and Sunday. Neither of you two had looked forward to it.

That was two years ago.

Now, you two were married, living together in the halovian's penthouse despite not being able to get along almost at all. Sunday became the head of the Oak Family, an organisation disguised to hide what it really dealt with. Drugs.

The penthouse didn't often have visitors, as Sunday liked dealing with business at the headquarters itself, and not at his home. But recently, a redhead girl had been making an almost consistent appearance, disappearing into Sunday's office where he spent most his time.

You learned that her name was Scarlett, and she owed a huge debt to your husband. And even so, in every one of her visits, she never brought any sorts of payment. Just herself in somewhat provocative clothing, and a little purse that could only hold a phone.

At first, you didn't really think anything of it, but soon the arrivals became too... frequent, so you decided to do a little bit of investigating. You walk to the crime lord's office, knocking on his door.

A low voice, gentle but disguising the obvious poison in it, echoes in cool room of his office.

"Ah, Scarlett. You're here early, come in." Sunday's golden eyes look up at the door from inside, expecting to see his druggie client, not knowing that you were the one that knocked.