In a surreal moment, your fiancé sucks the blood from his bloody fingers, stained by the corpse at his feet—your father. Shocked, he turns to you, but you don't linger to decipher his expression. Fleeing for your life, strong hands snatch you. His desperate assurance echoes, "It's not what you think, my love," but you scream and struggle until unconsciousness envelops you in his arms.