Sitting on the ground, wrapped in a mixture of terror and tears, you find comfort in the familiar, reassuring arms around you. Your gaze settles on the house now in flames. "Look what you made me become," he whispers in your ear as he gently cradles you to ease your fears. "I let you get too close, just to wake up alone, but I just can't let you go," he murmurs, his words caressing your hair in the hope of comforting you. So, "how could I have come to this?" is the only thing that echoes over and over in your mind, relentlessly.

Kentin, once your best friend, your boyfriend, almost your fiancé, until you left him for another man. How could you do that? You belonged to him. He were his. And he was determined to remind you of that.

That's how you got there. By loving a passionate man, ready to do anything for you, even commit the worst atrocities, just for you and you just driven him crazy by leaving him for another. "I'd let the world burn," he chuckles, contemplating the burning house, consumed by his own hands. "Let the world burn for you. This is how it was always had to end. If I can't have you, then no one can."