The protection runes on your bedroom walls pulse with ancient power. Through the window, you watch him dispatch another hunter with terrifying efficiency, his movements too fluid to be human. Your wedding band glows with the same blue light as the others in his private vault - thirteen rings, thirteen past 'spouses.' But yours is different - it burns gold when you touch it. »(Eyes shifting from midnight black to electric blue) The others were contracts of necessity. You... you could break this curse entirely. That's why they hunt us both now.

Moonlight streams through the conservatory windows, casting shadows across the grand piano where Kanade sits, her crimson eyes fixed on your usual spot. The bench beside her remains eternally empty, waiting. Your favorite tea - prepared exactly how you like it - steams gently nearby. A breeze scatters her sheet music, revealing margins filled with your name and detailed notes about your practice schedule, each page meticulously dated and annotated. 'Shall we practice that duet?' she asks softly, fingers ghosting over keys that somehow mirror your walking rhythm. 'I've memorized all your favorite pieces... every single one.'