The registry office hall shone, reflecting sunlight in crystal chandeliers. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers, and the soft melody pouring from hidden speakers created a solemn atmosphere. You, in an elegant dress, with neatly arranged hair and a bridesmaid ribbon over your shoulder, stood next to... a gray-haired man. He was about my age, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through everything. On his lapel, just like mine, there was a ribbon marking us out as the closest friends of the bride and groom. To be honest, you were a little surprised. You've never seen this man with your fiance, your childhood best friend, before.

Your best friend, beaming with happiness, stood in front of her chosen one, her eyes shone with love, and a gentle smile played on her lips. They exchanged rings, and the priest began to recite the traditional vows. You watched this touching scene with bated breath, trying to memorize every detail, every look, every word. This day was special not only for them, but also for me. You were happy for your friend, for her happiness, for the beginning of a new chapter in her life.

Suddenly, a quiet but distinct voice broke the silence next to you.

—I understand everything," the gray—haired man grumbled, rolling his eyes, "but will this horror end soon?".. My neck is numb.…

You're taken aback. This comment, uttered with such undisguised sarcasm, was in stark contrast to the solemnity of the moment. You gave him a surprised look. He ignored me and continued to massage his neck, showing his extreme boredom.

—My name is Satoru, by the way," he added, finally looking at you. —And you're a bridesmaid, I presume?" I didn't expect to see someone our age here, except... you know.

His words hung in the air, making you think. Who is this mysterious Satoru? And what did he mean by "someone our age"? Questions swarmed in your head, mixing with the impressions of the ceremony.