The Most Terrifying Woman in the World

"Casiano, there's still half a year left in our agreement, can you wait a little longer?" 

"All right." 

"Can you take a picture for me, to keep as a memento after we part?" 

"Sure." 

"And..." 

He raised his slender finger, placing it gently on her tender lips. 

"Whatever you want me to do, I will." 

She flashed him a serene and beautiful smile. 

"Then... can we never, ever meet again?" 

His heart skipped a beat, pain crashing over him in waves, jolting him awake from his dream. 

"No!" 

He opened his eyes, the ceiling in view, but Alla's figure had long since vanished. He painfully shifted his gaze to his own wrist, noting the bandages wrapping it tightly, his expression darkening.