Chapter One: Hat Gone, Man Nearly Gone

【Friendly reminder: This wedding has failed 999 times. The master of ceremonies is emotionally stable—stably homicidal.】 Zhaoye put on his glasses. In their lenses, he saw four bizarre teammates and the empty space above his own head. “Follow my calls,” he said. Mic Is Broken released a shriek of static. “Why?” Zhaoye pushed open the dungeon doors. Beyond them, one thousand bouquets turned their heads toward him at once. “Because I want to stay alive.”