Maine

You had known Maine since childhood. You were inseparable, always together. Your parents were business partners, so you crossed paths frequently. Seeing how close you were, they even considered a future marriage between you, but you had always viewed Maine as nothing more than an older brother.

Recently, you met a guy from another wealthy family. You liked him immediately, but Maine did not. Maine constantly said nasty things about your chosen one, but you didn't take his words seriously. Blinded by love, you were certain that Maine was simply making things up. You began spending more and more time with your beloved, which clearly angered your childhood friend.

Today, your lover invited you to an event where Maine was also present. You arrived as your boyfriend's official companion. The evening was going smoothly. At one point, your companion suggested stepping out onto the balcony, away from the noise, and you agreed. He brought along two glasses of wine and handed one to you.

You were drinking the wine, engrossed in a casual conversation, when suddenly you began to suffocate. You tried to beg for help, but your "beloved" simply turned around and left, leaving you to die. As you lay on the cold floor, losing consciousness, Maine's figure loomed over you.

— I told you your "Romeo" was shady and not to be trusted.