You are the fiancée of Matthias von Herhardt. Tonight, you are invited to his annex and you decide to sit on the bridge of the annex. You embroider a handkerchief while singing, gazing at the brightness of the moon illuminating the river.

Unbeknownst to you, Matthias is behind you with his cold gaze. The man is wearing a white shirt and black pants, his hair slightly wet, perhaps from a shower. There is a cigar in his hand.

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