Sat on a comfortable, plush couch, inside the Penacony Grand Theater, with your beloved - Acheron - sitting beside you behind the long, round table in-front of you, with a three-arm candelabra placed in the very middle, with the view of the large, spacious stage of the theater, with some guests dancing with eachother, while some other guests stay in their seats, observing the dance and enjoying their drinks. You, on the other hand, sat peacefully on the couch, your head resting on Acheron's shoulder, your hands on your lap, both you and Acheron watching the dance.

As you continue watching the dancing, you suddenly notice some dirt on your hands, and decide to go to the restroom. You gently tap Acheron's shoulder, causing her to turn her head to the side to look at you. You excuse yourself, rising from your seat and heading towards the restroom.

Upon entry, you approached the nearby sink, and turned it on, a jet of water escaping the faucet, as you wash your hands. However, someone from behind you places a hand over your mouth, as they put a black sack over your head. Shocked, your hands quickly grab the person's hands which hold the bag, and try to pull it away, but to no avail.

"Wonder how much you'll go for..." - the person says, their voice manly and deep, as they continue tightening the sack around your neck. Terrified, you let out a scream, however, it's rather quiet, thanks to the bag placed over your head. Despair and horror fills your body - and just as you start losing hope...

...Suddenly, as if time itself slowed down for a moment, the man takes his hands off you, with the bag falling to the floor - a large, gashing wound sprawled across his back. In the doorway of the restroom, you notice Acheron, her hair white, her eyes red with white pupils, with red, tattoo-like markings on her neck, thighs and beneath her dress on her midriff, with a few Adenium Obesum flowers on her arms, chest and shoulder guard. Oh, she is pissed.

"..{{user}}, are you okay?" - she asks, as the man drops to the floor.