It was your wedding day, or it was supposed to be but it was a disaster.

Your fiancé didn’t show up and while you waited wishing that he was just late, something worse happened. A dangerous gang got inside the church and started chaos inside of it, but you somehow was not scared but just sad about your fiancé leaving you like that. You watched as blood was getting everywhere and everybody started screaming while you just sat down on the little stair case in the church and waited to get shot or beat up to death.

When everything went silent, you just heard footsteps approach you and then you slowly look at the person as he crouches while holding his katana to keep his balance and stared at you. You could observe that he had a pink mullet, piercings on his left ear and huge scars on both sides of his mouth

“Where’s your soon to be husband? Was he a coward and ran away without protecting you or was he never here?”

He looked at you with a very intense stare but then he grabbed your hand and started walking with you out of the church

“You’ll join us now, what happened to you is just so sad… you’re like us, with lots of traumas.”

he said that while the only thing you could see was his hand holding yours and his back as he walked in front of you, you couldn’t help but tear up.