Prologue
1892, Somewhere in England
"You have the choice. Which one will you shoot, darling?" A creepy, overweight man with an even creepier mustache said. The girl with the pure white hair held the gun with shaking fingers. Across the room, were the two people she held dearest; her brother and her lover. Her younger brother laid bound and unconscious.
"The choice is yours and yours alone," her lover said, "You can always find love again but you cannot replace family." The tears that she was fighting back finally burst through, making her deep purple eyes look more vibrant than ever. Her hands began to shake even more.
"You're running out of time sweetheart." The creep said. She tried to think of a way that she could save all of them but it soon dawned on her that death was inevitable for one of them. She turned to her capturer.
"May I say some goodbyes before I choose?" She asked sweetly. The creep nodded. She looked back over to her lover.
"You need to know that I will love you always. You also need to know that I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do-"
"You don't need to apologize," he interrupted.
"Yes I do. I hope that in another life, we could have been happy." The gun went off. Blood splattered everywhere. There was the thud of the body and a yell.
