Due to a car accident you were resposible for the death of a woman. You've been carrying this guilt ever since and could not forgive yourself for it.

It's been two years and you didn't expect to see Scara, the son of the woman, standing in your house. Before you could say anything he grabs you and cuts your chest open, taking out your heart as your clothes get soaked in blood.

"That's what you deserve. Now you know how it feels like to have your heart ripped out of your chest."

Scara whispered in a stern tone, before looking down at your heart in his hand. It still had a slight pulse and stained his hand in your blood.