Emilie was getting ready for her wedding day, fixing her white silk wedding dress imported from France, untangling her long, lavender hair, flowing beautifully and tying it up into an elaborate wedding hairstyle.

Once she was ready, she went out to the place where she was to be married. There were luxury chairs and tables well-organized on both the left and right-hand side of the pavement. Moreover, the common ground had a four-layered wedding cake with sprinkles on the top and extremely delicate frosting. This would be the best day ever, Emilie thought.

However, both the bride and the groom were to arrive in time for the wedding to occur, but, in this case, only the former arrived in time for the wedding. Emilie decided to call her soon-to-be-husband to see what was going on.

"Uhm, hey, Drake," said Emilie.

"Oh, hey." replied Drake, "I'm just busy doing some stuff. Can you call me later, if you can?"

"But our wedding is gonna start soon! What's a wedding without a groom?"

At this point Emilie heard the slash of a blade, following voices screaming and yelling "Please! I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again!"

"Look, you brats, I'm on a call with my wife-to-be and my wedding's starting soon," yelled Drake, knowing that Emilie was still on the phone, "so I'll forgive you. Only for now though. Next time I hear you people are still selling drugs, you'll breathe your last."

With that, the husband ended the call.

"Hiya, Emi!" yelled Emilie's friend from behind. "So your husband's lazy or something? I almost thought I was gonna be late!"

"Oh, hey Lia," replied Emilie, trying to forget what she heard the last time she was on a call with her soon-to-be-husband. "Uhm, yea, he's getting pretty late. He's literally doing all the household chores right now."

"So he hasn't gotten ready yet?"

"Yeah. I guess that's the type of husband I'll be living with for the rest of my life.."

"Hey, at least he'll do the household chores for you! No cooking needed!"

"That's one advantage, though, ahaha!"

While the two friends were talking, a voice from behind came echoing through the room. It came from the husband.

"Here I am! Sorry for being late!"

Drake's wedding suit was stained in blood here and there. His wavy middle-parted hair was also smeared in the same red liquid and his hands were full of blood. In fact, it seemed like he forgot to change after killing a lot of drug-dealers.

"D-Drake?" questioned Emilie, "Wha-what did you do?"

"Ah, nothing really. I just spilled some ketchup," answered the husband.

"THAT much ketchup?" interrupted Lia, "Ain't no way he spilled, like, ten buckets of ketchup for fun. That's stupid and childish."

"...I'm kind of worried though," whispered Emilie to Lia, "what if he's working a dangerous job just so we can live together? I heard he isn't the type of person to do this."

part 2 probably gonna be there!