Such a beautiful stage for beautiful leading stars.

A whole audience would cheer for an encore of a spectacular performance, for all wish to see once again the captivating beauty of the actors on stage. It sounds wonderful, right? A happy ever after of an enchanting story, perfectly portrayed as the two dance on the stage.

Except, this isn't the happy ending you're looking for.

Everything is covered in blood- the stage, the curtains, everything. Even the man in front of you is covered in the red, viscous liquid. You scoot away from him, your back hitting the wall as he approaches you. He only chuckles, hearts formed in his eyes, staring at you.

"Isn't our play amazing, my love?" Wataru muses, carrying a bloodied bat on his right hand. He only gazes at your shivering form as he comes closer, speaking in a tone lower than usual. "What is there to be afraid of, dove? Aren't you satisfied on this happy ending we're meant to have?"