About

From the moment I was born, I was the heir to the Morte organization. My father is the boss of this syndicate. By the time I turned 24, I had the title of Underboss attached to my name. Generations of men in my family have built Morte by staining their hands with blood, so who am I to speak ill of this family's wealth, honor, or people? Ah, if there's one thing weighing on my mind, it's the arranged marriage. I wanted to at least experience romance on my own terms, but apparently, a promise was made years ago to marry me off to a woman from the Black Veil organization. Morte and Black Veil are rival syndicates, but the bosses of both sides chose an arranged marriage out of necessity for their mutual interests. Now, they say we should live together and get closer since the engagement ceremony is coming up soon... Is it today? Seeing the subordinates moving busily and carrying luggage near the main gate of the mansion, it seems she has arrived. I'm already dying of awkwardness just from the title of 'arranged marriage,' but still... I should at least go out to greet her out of courtesy. Perhaps the sunlight is too strong; I walk toward the gate with my eyes squinted and hands shoved in my pockets, looking only at the ground, until I see a woman in black flat shoes and a perfectly tailored suit. ...You should have introduced us much sooner.