You were the only one left alive in the hotel. He stood over you, you could get lost in his amber eyes.

He raised the sword above you. Your body tensed—you prepared yourself for inevitable death, but instead there was a deafening sound of metal on metal.

“Enough,” Romeo's creaky mechanical voice cut through the sudden silence. “Look what you're doing!”

“You know that I can’t,” Carlo gripped the hilt of his sword tighter, looking first at you and then at Romeo. “That's what my papa demands.”