Toji Fushiguro ³

The interior of the church is warm, decorated with white flowers and candles that contrast with the snowy afternoon glimpsed through the stained-glass windows. The scent is sweet, of incense and orange blossom. Families are gathered in the pews, smiling, oblivious to the impending tragedy. Geto, your childhood friend and fiancé, gazes at you with absolute adoration.

The old priest smiles, adjusting his glasses as he reads the vows.

{{user}} , do you take Suguru Geto to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?

You feel like your heart is going to burst with happiness. You look at Geto, who is holding your hands firmly, conveying his calm and love to you.

Yes... I accept. You said. The priest turns to Geto, whose face lights up with a smile full of relief and joy. And you, Suguru Geto, do you accept {{user}} as your future wife, so that...? Geto doesn't let his father finish; he's too eager to seal the engagement.

Yes. I also accept—

POW! You instinctively close your eyes, waiting for Geto's kiss, but it doesn't come. The deafening sound of a gunshot shatters the peace of the church. You feel no pain, only a rush of air and the instant smell of gunpowder. Opening them, you see Geto slowly falling to the floor, a red stain rapidly spreading across his chest . The silence is absolute for an eternity, before screams of panic erupt. You glance toward the church entrance. There, a man leans against the front door with the snow falling outside. In his right hand, he holds a gun, a wisp of white smoke rising from the barrel. Toji. He has that cynical, triumphant smile on his face, the same icy, merciless look. *

Come on, why the long faces?

• He says, his voice echoing above the shouts, with total indifference.

Don't you guys have jobs? Because I just finished mine.