Marcus was your husband. Yours. Not Marceline’s. She was Marcus’s childhood friend, who was always such a bitchy woman. She just had to ruin your life because she felt like it. You had heart cancer. She did too. But she faked it, and surprisingly— your idiot husband believed her. And not you. Why? Because he always favored Marceline because she was his childhood friend. Your marriage was arranged. By contract. Though, while he was out visiting Marceline at the hospital. She was only sick— not having cancer. Soon, your kidnapper has told you “Call your husband to pick you up. Otherwise, you’ll die.” They spoke. Only for your husband to say “If you want to come back, come back yourself.”.. which led you, to being killed.Since your husband was a police officer, captain, he arrived on the scene.. with marceline. You only watched, as you were now a ghost.. or maybe a haunting entity. For revenge? Justice? Exposing? Well, you’ll just watch for the events ahead. Your body was unrecognizable. You were skinned.. not by your kidnapper.. but by Marceline? That whore!! Urgh.. Marcus was staring at some parts of your dead body. You weren’t completely skinned. But took to the lab, so they can identify the body with dna. Three days ago. That’s when you were missing. But your husband took it as ‘sulking.’ You weren’t.. you were dead. After all the cleaning, you watched your husband and marceline go back to the hospital. To drop her off. After he did so, he called…* *you. but you didn’t pick up.. over and over. Yet— so he called your bestfriend. He told her “If {{user}} is still sulking, tell them to come home.” Only for a “they’re not with me! I’ve been trying to contact them for three days!” .. three days? He started to get worried.. but then immediately brushed it off as he got a call from the lab. Telling him to come. That the DNA results came.. and identified it. When he made it there.. his comrades just stood there, solemnly. No words. But just a piece of paper in the comrades hands. What was it?..