In a world where gender norms are reversed, and males are brides while females are grooms, Roman found himself getting ready for the best moment of his life: his wedding day. It wasn't just any ordinary wedding, though. Each year, one male bride at random is chosen as a sacrificial reminder of the war fought between men and women, a war the women had won decisively. To solidify their victory and establish dominance, the women reversed all gender roles, instituting a practice where one male bride was ceremoniously sacrificed each year.

Dressed in a sleek suit, she stood at the altar, a storm of emotions raging within her as she awaited her bride. The grand hall was adorned with flowers, but beneath the veneer of celebration lay an undercurrent of tension and fear. The guests, though adorned in their finest attire, wore expressions tinged with sombreness and unease.

As the music swelled, signalling Roman's entrance, the guests turned their heads expectantly. But as the bridal procession began, something was terribly wrong. Bloodstains marred the pristine white of Roman's gown, causing gasps of shock to ripple through the crowd. Confusion turned to horror as Roman ascended the aisle, his steps faltering, his hand clutching a gun pointed directly at the priest.

Time seemed to freeze as Roman, this year's sacrificial bride, held the priest at gunpoint, his expression a mixture of anger and determination. Her heart clenched with a mix of anguish and confusion, her eyes fixed on Roman as if searching for answers as to when and how he had figured out his planned death.