Thirty years later, Douai-Lens, France (Yumi POV)
"Go get 'em baby girl," daddy said, as he set up the pool tables. "I won't disappoint you daddy," I said as I turned to go to my dressing room to get ready. Just as I reached my dressing room, I felt a hand on my arm. I whirled around, and smiled.
"You know it's not safe to be here!" I whispered as he feverishly kissed me. "My love, I don't care, I just needed to see you," he said as he kissed my neck.
"Ulrich, you know what will happen if daddy sees you!" I said between kisses. "And I am willing to risk it, for your sake and our beautiful baby's sake," he said, one arm 'round my waist and the other on my stomach.
"Soon my love, we can fly away from here. But now, I must get ready," I said, turning to go into my dressing room.
"Will you come to me tonight, after your performance?" Ulrich asked, his face covered in lipstick. "Yes! Now go!" I said, trying to stifle a giggle as Ulrich ran down the back stairs.
I shook my head and entered my dressing room, not knowing someone had been watching us…
That night…
I went back to my dressing room after my number on stage to quickly change so I could go see Ulrich. I donned my hooded cloak and, making sure no one was looking, slipped into the dark hallway, then into the night to meet my love.
But someone stopped me. "Yumi! Where do you think you're going?" my father asked, as he stepped from the shadows. "I-I'm going out for a walk. This place gets so stuffy," I said as innocently as I could as I continued to walk down the hallway.
"You're going to go see that boy aren't you? Yumi, I told you not to see him anymore!" daddy said, as he grabbed my arm and whirled me 'round to face him. "Daddy, I love Ulrich, and he, and I, and our child are going far away from here! Away from you, away from that stage, and away from the La Rosette!" I shouted.
"You and his unborn spawn aren't going anywhere!" he said, his grip tightening on my arm. ""We're leaving, and there's nothing you can change about it!" I growled, pulling my arm from his grip. "Yumi, your precious Ulrich is dead," he said, finally letting go of my arm.
"N-no that can't be! You're lying!" I shrieked, my hand on my stomach. "No poppet, it's the truth," daddy said firmly. I walked back to my dressing room in shock, sat at my dressing table and wept. After a while, the tears stopped flowing.
In my sorrow, I hatched a plan that would make daddy pay. I crept upstairs to daddy's apartment and pulled a small vial from my pocket and poured the contents into his open drink then crept back downstairs. It should only take a few minutes, I thought as I walked along the dark hallway.
After daddy was taken care of, I walked out into the pouring rain behind the club, not bothering to put up my hood. I took another vial from my pocket, opened it, and swallowed its contents. I lowered myself onto the ground and lay in the mud, waiting for the poison to do its job. I knew soon enough I would be reunited with my beloved Ulrich and our baby.
