I witnessed a murder scene of a villain.
To make matters worse, he caught me.
I think I hear the sound of death beckoning.
He approaches me, his hand in his coat.
I wonder what hes reaching for.
A knife? A gun? I guess it doesnt matter. Theres only one thing I can think of now.
Im going to die.
I wasnt expecting what he pulled out of his coat.
Will you marry me?