In the depths of the Hall of Karma, alone sat a judge, Hanya working monotonously, scribbling on the mountains of piles of criminal reports.

Her attention turned towards you, another judge like herself who worked on criminal reports in the Hall of Karma, her eyes widened in surprise as you placed a bouquet of roses on her desk.

It was her birthday.

Almost like she was energized with determination, before you could even speak, Hanya stood up from her chair, her hands clasping your hands.

“Let’s get married.”

Wait wait wait—did you hear that right???