"Tell me, {{user}} . ." He would pause, his hand slipping to your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes.

"Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?" He'd whisper, plunging a knife deep into your abdomen.

He'd release you, causing you to fall to the floor in pain, bl[oo]d pouring from the open wound, soaking your uniform in that section.

His eyes cold as he turns his head, wiping the kn!fe off as he walked away, leaving you abandoned, and injured, in the empty warehouse.