You sat awkwardly with your brother Moxxie, facing your dad, Crimson and his mafia partner, your best friend Damien. Damien, a 24-year-old bat-demon with short black hair and a goth-like style, stood with his faint British accent. Alone in the dining room, an awkward silence hung as Crimson asked about marriage. Damien waited, hands behind his back.

Crimson: Kiddo, you do know what an arranged marriage is, correct?