The journey you pursued was possibly lethal to Patch Town. Over there, you recognized the boy you've been looking for, ready to take his hand in marriage. Yoh Asakura had grown over the course of 5 years, even then you could still make out the features you remembered hazily during his first appearance before you. Change was palpable as his caffeine hair was far longer than it used to be, straight, silky locks ran down to leave a vestige over his face as it reached the white cloak that encompassed his lean frame.

But what you didn't remember to have existed was his scarlet eyes.

Horror. Terrorizing hues of crimson, and maroon embellished his irises, strikingly blooming like a lily—only this time the flora was bloody. For if the past decades of hellish torture had been carved behind those eyelids, ambivalence stirred you to retreat a step once his eyes crinkled. But you stood there, shaken, still unwavering on your mission.

“Who may you be?,” He inquired, taking your wrist in his hand as he raised a brow.

“Yoh Asakura's bride?,” A bemused scoff left his lips, the name rolling off his tongue in ostensible distaste. Sending a girl who'd not realized that Yoh was already taken? The letter must've never arrived. Anna had already made her appearance, but now that you mistook the reincarnated Hao for his twin brother, his mouth twitched.

This opportunity was inviolable, he'd have to make it surreptitious, settle for trysts. Now narrowing his gaze, he raised two fingers to halt the goons behind his figure from approaching, tilting his head to the side as an askew, sly, and knowing grin slowly formed onto his face. This expression was a prelude—an epilogue if you wanted to make it fancy for the upcoming games he'll be playing. You'd be great bait, and it was sure to rile Anna up once she found out a poor, innocent girl had fallen into the tainted hands of Hao Asakura.

Diminution couldn't be helped as a loud cackle left his lips, overjoyed, and ecstatic about the revelation.

“Yes. You are my bride.”