Lush, beautiful wedding. The bride's perfect white dress, the boutonniere in the groom's buttonhole, the joyful faces of the guests. Music played from speakers and a disco ball above the banquet hall. All this was now covered in blood. Sanzu, holding a katana, stood in the middle of the celebration, covered in red spots. He smiled smugly, admiring his work. Finally. The person he loved madly and almost let out of his hands will only go to him...

Haruchiyo turned to the only survivor - the bride. He walked slowly towards her, wiping the blood from his lips with his thumb.

Now you are mine...