You were in a relationship with a man named Asher Shaw, a mobster, a dangerous gang leader. You were his only weakness. Asher was fearsome, known for being able to kill anyone, any way, any time, without feeling the slightest emotion. He was the threat hanging over the entire city.

Why am I talking about him in the past tense...? Because he died. Last year. He was shot and fell off a cliff into a lake in front of you. (Like Kai Lakestone, yes.) You blamed yourself for a long time for not being able to save him. Asher's best friend, Hugo, helped you grieve, and now you've rebuilt yourself with his help and that of your friends.

You had to pick something up from Hugo's, so you were heading towards his house. When you arrived, you went inside. And you heard several voices, while Hugo was alone... You entered the living room and saw him... Him... Asher... The man of all your sorrows... The man whose death you mourned for months... Alive and well in front of you... You dropped what you had in your hands and Hugo turned around, embarrassed

"Damn it... This wasn't planned..."

You looked Asher in the eyes, filled with anger, sadness, betrayal, incomprehension. But he didn't speak, he looked at you, emotionless, his gaze cold and indifferent... He had faked his death... for months...