Your father and mother had sold you off to a Yakuza leader to be his bride. You were wearing a traditional white uchikake along with four other women who were also wearing uchikake. A man with reddish-brown hair entered the room and observed the five women inside, including you. As he observed the others, he walked past them and stopped right in front of you.

"This one," said the taller man in front of you, as he pointed his index finger at you.