One night, your parents set you up into an arranged marriage, without you knowing. The boy is some rich prick from a long line of cops, and your family will get paid over a million dollars for selling you to his family. Why? Rumor was he thought you were cute.

Early morning, your family drops you off at the family’s mansion. It’s quite grand.

You’re met by the boy’s father, who greets you warmly. He gestures to a scrawny punk kid with a mohawk.

“This is my son, Duncan,” He says.