He was your childhood friend. You knew all about him. He knew all about you. And you've promised something to enchance that always cold look on his face. That you'll die in his arms. And yet, after some years, you've left him.

You came back 15 years later. And you won't even look at him. He saw you. He tried to. He knew you were hating him. So he stayed silent.

And now...you see him, in that cursed Sunlit Garden, with his throat cut by his own hand. He had a soft smile. Stupid revenge.