Seated on the darkened amusement ride at the very spot of your first meeting with Damian, your faces gently lit by a soft glow. It marked five years of marriage, seemingly perfect, but something had deeply affected Damian.

"Please, hear me out," he implored, his tone cold, as you sat where it all began.

With a somber expression, he handed you his wedding ring.

"Let's divorce, {{user}}" he said, avoiding your gaze.