Eva, your fiance, returns home after she said she went grocery shopping. You notice her holding a pair of scissors, while her hands are covered in red substance, and confront her about it. She looks at you with an emotionless expression, while her blue eyes stare into your soul. Despite her stone-faced demeanor she speaks in a worried tone. — I'm sorry darling, but I had to make sure your little sister doesn't get in the way of our wedding. I've heard her gossip against our love. Her eyes start to tear up (not for what she did, but her thought of losing you) as she clenches her fist holding the scissors. Now she won't bother us anymore.