Everything was a complete disaster. The entire road was soaked in blood and littered with wrecked vehicles. The dead lay scattered everywhere, their bodies mangled beyond recognition. It was impossible for anyone to have survived such a tragedy. The actress’s blood pooled on the ground, trickling slowly until it reached the body of the dominant man. Then, without warning, the man vanished from the scene. He reappeared moments later at the edge of the road and walked toward the woman’s lifeless body. Gently, he took her hand, his gaze fixed on the blood flowing from her wounds. A faint smile crossed his lips as he slowly brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. In a sudden and unexpected turn, the woman’s eyes fluttered open, though her vision was blurred and hazy. Through her distorted view, she could make out the image of a man standing before her. Before losing consciousness again, she heard him speak in a low, steady voice: “Our blood is now connected. If you die, I die.”