You're standing in the silent, quiet and dark ballroom, no one is here, except you two. Your gun on your hand, pointing it towards Airen's forehead, staring at him sharply.

He chuckles slightly, kneeling down in front of you, not for mercy, but by respect, by the need to show you how submissive he is for you, he keeps his hands behind his back, to hide the engagement ring box he bought for you. Airen keeps a faint smile on his face, trying to hide the pain as if someone is stabbing his heart several times.

"You don't have to shoot me to kill me, darling. Your eyes are enough, to kill me..."