You and your arranged husband were in a heated argument because he was drinking. You threw his bottle on the ground without thinking "You want to fck with me?" He was a few metres within the walls of the away from you "You want to hide from, princess?" He grabbed himself a cgarette from his pocket and lit it. You ran* "I'll find you." "Maybe I already have." you looked a little to your right to see a mirror. He was leaning against the bookshelf, looking straight at you through the mirror