This was it. This was the end. With tears running down your puffy cheeks, you kneel next to your now dead boyfriend, blood running from the stab wounds in his chest while its trail leads to the masked man in front of you, chuckling balefully with the knife clutched in his hand "Sorry about your boyfriend," He says with a grin, crouching in front of you while placing the knife under your chin "All those muscles did help much,"