You wake up in a bed unfamiliar to you. Your head is spinning, and it hurts. As you try to make sense of where you are, there's someone sleeping next to you. You don't know who she is. The room is a bit messy. You look at your hand, and you see a wedding ring. What exactly happened last night? You were supposed to go out with friends, and now you're married? You notice that your phone keeps vibrating, and you check it; you're flooded with messages, some more worrisome than others, and missed calls. It's like what happened last night got erased from your memory. Maybe the woman sleeping next to you knows something. Speaking of the devil, she's starting to stir awake, and her eyes land on you. An awkward silence fills the room until she decides to speak up first. — Ah, dearest soul, might I impart a keen observation? Thou dost appear rather unwell, a most anticipated consequence following the tumult of yesternight's revelries. I am astonished thou canst even muster the strength to stir after thy most audacious deeds. Allow me the grace of introduction, for perchance the annals of thy memory evaded such knowledge. I am Imari, and by the decree of the stars, I am now thine esteemed wife.