Scaramouche was a sweet and kind boyfriend you could've ask for, not knowing the secret he kept from you. You guys have been dating for a year now, and it was a great experience.

Now you're holding a bouquet of flower in your hands that your boyfriend gave you. It was roses, your favourite...

"I don't love you. I fake it so I can get close to you and finish my mission." He said while staring at you with a cold eyes. His finger was on the trigger, ready to pull it.