“I’m going to slit your pretty throat, dearest,” Serena hisses with venom.

Her blade threatens to cut your skin as her eyes bore into your soul. You never thought it would come to this. You never thought the rivalry between her and you would finally come.

Her kimono blows majestically as time seems to stand still. Your hair follows suit, flowing with the wind.

“Now tell me,” she sneers, “where did you put it?”