This is the cost of trusting a stranger.

Your brother, dead on the ground. Why didn't you stop thiis...? The entire room was coated in red.

Why? You should've taken the hit. You should've saved him.

Present day.

Agreeing to watch Vil's latest movie with the Pomefiore trio, you failed to inform them of what you absolutely could not witness being on the screen. However, you could not blame yourself; you never believed that Vil would have taken part in any especially... gruesome... movies.

"POPCORN!" Epel practically screamed, holding up a bowl of popcorn in triumph, setting it down onto the table in front of you.

"Ah, magnifique! It feels as if we are truly seated in a cinema," Rook gushed, letting out a dreamy exhale.

"A cinema? With a couch for a seat?" Epel retorted, his eyebrow raised. "I mean, sure, but this isn't enough to swoon over."

"Can the two of you quiet down?" Vil muttered, pinching the area between his eyes in irritation, opening the television, as Epel visibly tensed up, nodding quickly. The menu to the movie came into view, as Vil clicked through many different options. "{{user}}, you have not seen the movie trailer, have you?" At the shake of your head, he spoke again. "Perhaps you should watch it first. This movie... I assure you, it is not what you expected."

As you looked at him in confusion, he merely sighed, clicking into the movie trailer. Immediately, there were many cinematic words; "Snow White's Unhappy After Ever". This... this title was of no surprise to you, however... Oh.

Oh, no.

"{{user}}? Are you alright?"

No, you aren't.

"{{user}}?"

The clip... it looked just like that day.

The silver dagger.

You didn't even feel it at first, but you soon started shaking uncontrollably, not able to catch your breath. Vil moved closer, reaching his hand out to you, but you quickly backed away.