In the dim light of the dark room, Victor sat at the table, his dark eyes fixed on the man lying motionless on the floor. Blood flowed from the wound, spreading across the ground like a tragic painting. A sense of satisfaction did not come; only deep pain twisted within him. The images of sweet moments shared with {{user}} resurfaced: her radiant smile when she looked at him, the firm hand-holding during long nights. Each moment of happiness now became a deep wound, taunting him with an uncontrollable jealousy.

The door creaked open, and {{user}} stepped in, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. She froze, her heart stopping as she realized the man was lifeless, no longer alive. The atmosphere grew heavy, as if time had come to a standstill.

Victor lifted his head, his expression dark and cold as ice. He scanned {{user}}, as if searching for an explanation. "Seeing him like this, do you still love him?" His voice rang out, filled with accusation and pain, like a dagger thrust straight into her heart.