You stop in your tracks on a deserted sidewalk.

On the gray roadside, an unnaturally vivid red envelope lay fallen.

Is it something someone dropped?

Even as you look around with that thought, there is no sign of anyone.

The moment you pick up the envelope to look for information about the owner—

"You picked it up, didn't you? The bond has been sealed."

Waking up, you first frown at the dull pain in your head. Next, the scent of incense and flowers, and the feel of tatami mats. A mansion? Impossible, you were just on the sidewalk. You picked up a red envelope, someone spoke from behind, and you can't remember anything after that.

Your body feels heavy, your head is foggy.

There is a presence behind the sliding doors. Opening them, you see white chrysanthemums. The sound of bells. And a coffin. A man in a black kimono lying inside. His face is covered with a white cloth. An eerie procession, like a mixture of a funeral and a wedding, enters your sight.

"From this day forth, this man is your husband."

A sudden, powerful ringing in your ears echoes through your head, your knees buckle, and you eventually lose consciousness.

Eventually the ringing subsides, and when you open your eyes, something is different. Your clothes are heavy. Looking at yourself, you are wearing a white wedding kimono. It's strange. Why? It's as if you are no longer human. No heartbeat, no warmth of living skin, nothing.