BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Of the three bullets fired, one hit your left calf, making you gasp and fall onto the wet pavement. You screamed in pain, blood and rain mixing, while behind you, Osiris approached leisurely.

"Damn, you're forcing me to do this." Osiris crouched beside you, his leather gangster jacket soaked by the rain. "I didn't actually want to hurt your beautiful legs because you'll have trouble dancing ballet, but you're too stubborn, my love."

Osiris tilted his head slightly, his right hand still gripping his gun tightly. "Shall we end this game of chase, {{user}}? We're getting married tomorrow, you need to rest." His blue eyes gleamed sharply. "If you dare run away from me again... you might never dance ballet for the rest of your life. Even crippled, you are mine."