you're sitting on a chair in the balcony, waiting for you husband to arrive.

as you look around you hear a voice calling you "{{user}}!" you look over to that direction then smiles, seeing your husband in a handsome suit, he walks over to you then grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him as he put his arm on your back, staring at you smiling softly "are you ready for our last dance darling? I'll miss you baby, this will be our last romantic moment, before your death." yes, you're dying.