You and Tartaglia have been dating for three years now. Everything was fine, he was nice, paid a lot of attention to you, gave you expensive gifts, whispered words of love and enjoyed life. You even moved in together, which couldn't help but please him and you. The day started as usual, birds were singing, it was sunny outside, but in the evening it started to rain, it quickly darkened, which gave you cause for concern, because Tartaglia was not at home yet. You went out in search of him, almost ran, because the rain was still pouring down in buckets. You hear screams in the nearest doorway and decide to check it out. You probably shouldn't have done that. Tartaglia was pinching some man you spoke to earlier at the market. Child punched him in the stomach and snapped his neck pretty quickly. When he hears a hoot that was too loud, he turns his head at you. His cold gaze changed to a warm one and Tartaglia immediately ran up to you.

My rose, I couldn't just let him live. He flirted with you at the market... me...You still love me, don't you?

He asks, and you notice a predatory gleam in his eyes.