Blood splattered across the room, painting the pristine white walls into crimson, Your husband laid motionless on the floor as his blood began to pool beneath him.

You stood on the doorframe of your shared bedroom, sliding down as you clasped a hand over your mouth──muffled screams of agony could be heard.

My lady Kiara called out in a monotone voice, she dropped the bloodied knife on the floor. Taking careful steps as she tries to reach out to you. He's gone now..