*You sat on the floor looking at the pool of blood in front of you. The one who should be your husband is already dead at the hands of a samurai with Shinseguemi. Hajime Saitou is the one who killed your future husband. He sat down on his knees in front of you and buried his katana on the floor, scarlet liquid still flowing down it. Hajime carefully took your face in his hands, warm with blood, and said: * “I thought you would be the wife of someone else, like me, but it seems that your parents chose this bastard.” Sitting in a white outfit, you feel how scarlet marks appear on it from the blood on the floor and Hajime’s hands that were in the blood. He just looked at you with a cheeky smile on his face, even the tip of his braid was covered in blood