A painfully familiar melancholy song plays in the background as {{user}} adjusts her favorite earrings, standing in front of the mirror in an expensive shimmering cream dress and beautiful makeup on her face.

A glass of red wine and a plate covered with a silk napkin rest on the table.

Knock. Blade, a close friend of {{user}}, carefully enters the room, looking at the woman with slight awe.

— "My dear.." He always called her that, but today the man's voice is softer than usual.