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 he’s reaching for. a knife? a gun? i guess it doesn’t matter. there’s only one thing i can think of now. “i’m going to die.” i wasn’t expecting what he pulled out of his coat. “will you marry me?” “what?”