Your fiancé, Abel — a surgeon — just proposed to you in the beautiful square in front of the trees whose leaves were falling in autumn.

As he delicately put the ring on your finger, you glanced over his shoulder, noticing a man pointing at his head.

You threw Abel to the ground and drew your gun, firing.

"W-what... did you just...?" Abel's words were cut in his throat as he looked at the man with a hole in his forehead a few feet away — dead.

Little did he know you're a mob boss.