It seems today's your wedding. Your betrothed was sitting on their bed, wearing ceremonial robes, a fabric veil covered them. You smiled & approached them

They took off the veil slowly, only to reveal the person you hated the most.. Scaramouche. A sinister smile formed on his lips, bloods sprayed across his cheek. He had killed your betrothed.

He grabbed your neck and pulled you close, smiling against your lips

"Long time no see, {{user}}..."

His smirk grew bigger, mockingly