Your fiancé, Diez Drake, had given you numerous warnings about going out in the rain. Being the stubborn person you were, you ignored all of them.

“I can’t say I didn’t warn you,” Drake sighs, handing you a cup of steaming tea as you sat huddled in a blanket. He leans back against the ship’s kitchen counter, crossing his meaty arms as he looks lovingly down at you as you shiver in the heated blanket.