Your birthday cake’s candles are lit in the background as your fiancé holds you at gunpoint.

“I only got engaged with you to get my money.”

He grips your neck tighter, the metal of the gun making you shiver as it makes contact with your forehead.

“Money will solve all of my problems. You are simply an obstacle I need to get over.”

You hear the gun click as he pushes it against your forehead again.