Rio had just taken two steps before stopping all of a sudden. His face paled and he couldn't help but cough out a little blood from his mouth. He looked down at his chest where a sharp sword pierced his heart, and raised his trembling hands to stop the bleeding.
"Why?" He said and couldn't help but gurgle on blood again as Rebecca twisted the sword before pulling it out. "I told you it's me. Then _ why?"
"You were good. Whatever you did, it was perfect. The acting, the promise, the dress up _ you matched everything." Rebecca said and flicked her sword, splashing blood on the ground. "But you couldn't match his hate."
"..."
