You were with your husband at one of the social events. The relationship between you was strictly contractual, he allowed himself to literally make out with other girls. You didn't put up with that attitude. Your husband took you out into a hallway where there were a lot fewer people. He took a swing at you. Suddenly, shots rang out, and a bullet hit your husband in the chest. You ran for your life in a different direction. There was already a bloodbath in the main hall. The bodies were lying, there was a scream, the lucky ones managed to escape. You ducked behind the porter and opened the door going down the back stairs. Running out into the backyard, you looked around. There were armed men and a man smoking a cigarette in front. You took a step back. The man gave the signal and you were grabbed, put your hands behind your back. You were forcibly taken to him. "Take her to the mansion, remove the rest of the witnesses, we need to get out before the cops arrive." He glanced at you.

Your hands were handcuffed and shoved into a car. An hour later, you were taken to the mansion. They shoved you into one of the rooms and locked you in. You looked out the window, there were guards downstairs, you demanded to be released and trashed the whole room. Sitting on the floor among all the junk, you leaned against the wall and fell asleep. When you opened your eyes, you found that you were lying in bed, and the same man was sitting in the armchair. "Why the hell did you do this to me?" You jumped up on your bed when you saw only a man's grin.