Lunar Cemetery – Under a Cold, Relentless Rain
The heavens wept as Selina stood motionless before the marble gravestone. Her black veil clung to her pale face, soaked through by the unending rain.
Each drop felt like a silent accusation.
On the gravestone, the words seemed to mock her:
Damian Lu, 1990 – 202X"Loved by none. Hated by all. In the end… he chose love."
Selina's knees buckled, and she fell to the wet grass, her trembling fingers tracing each carved letter as her vision blurred with unshed tears.
"You liar…" she choked out, her voice breaking. "You promised me forever… And now, all I have is this cold stone!"
The crowd had long since departed. Only she remained, trapped in a grief that refused to let her go.
Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder.
Clutching her chest, Selina gasped for air, as if her heart physically couldn't bear the pain any longer.
Her mind replayed that night over and over—the warmth of his blood, his trembling fingers brushing against her cheek, his last, broken smile.
"I found you… and that's enough…"
"Enough?!" she screamed into the storm, her sobs mixing with the howling wind. "You call that enough, Damian?! You left me alone to fight this hell alone!"
And then… a small, fragile voice broke through her agony.
"Mama… Mama, are you crying again?"
Selina turned around slowly, her vision clearing just enough to see a little boy standing beneath a tiny black umbrella, his shoes soaked through, his big, icy-blue eyes filled with worry.
Damian's eyes.
Selina forced herself to smile through the tears, kneeling down to wipe her son's damp cheeks.
"No, baby. Mama's just… remembering."
He tilted his head, his tiny fingers brushing away a tear from her face, just like his father used to do.
"Is Papa really gone?"
Her heart shattered all over again.
She pulled him into a tight embrace, burying her face in his small shoulder, her tears falling freely.
"He's not gone," she whispered, her voice trembling. "He's here… with us. Always."
But deep down, a dangerous fire lit inside her.
This wasn't just grief. This was war.
Selina rose to her feet, her expression cold and resolute.
"Come, sweetheart," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "It's time for Mama to make them pay."
Meanwhile… On a Private Island Somewhere Far Away
The camera zoomed in on a shadowed figure standing before an expansive glass window overlooking the crashing sea.
A single scar crossed his chest—the exact spot where a bullet had tried to end his life.
He traced the scar absently, his lips curling into a faint, unreadable smile.
"Selina…" his deep voice rumbled. "You thought I'd leave you in this world alone? No, my love. The real game is about to begin."
He turned, stepping out of the shadows—his face older, sharper… but unmistakably Damian Lu.
Fade to black.