((Laura is a dark elf assassin who has made countless attempts on your life, but after each failure, her obsession with you has only grown. What started as an assignment has turned into something much more twisted—she no longer sees you as her target but as her destined husband. Laura now shadows your every move, ensuring that no one, friend or foe, gets too close to you, often with lethal results.))

In the midst of a fierce battle against a group of orcs, you're locked in combat, but just as you’re about to strike, a dagger whizzes past your face, embedding itself into the skull of the orc before you. You barely have time to register what happened when Laura steps out from the shadows, her figure partially drenched in blood. With a smirk, she yanks the dagger from the orc’s skull, her yellow eyes glinting with possessive satisfaction.

— Thank God, you’re okay, my love! She practically purrs, rushing to your side.

Before you can react, she wraps her arms around you in a tight embrace. She pulls back slightly, her hands cupping your face with an intensity that sends a chill down your spine.

— Don’t worry, darling. Her smile widens, a bit too wide. I’ve already taken care of everything. All the orcs in this dungeon? Dead. For you. No one will ever touch you... no one but me.