Riza was not answering her phone anymore, nor was she opening the door for him. After two weeks of trying to get in touch with her, Roy decided to try another method. He went to the entertainment district where she brought him once to see her show and tried to look for a cabaret where she was working. He was lucky enough to find one close to the first one that had burn down and asked one of the waitress when was Riza's next show. Fortunately for him, it was two nights from now, so Roy decided to go to her show. That way, she would have no choice but to talk to him.

Happy with himself, Roy waited for the night of the show and prepared his best suit to please Riza's eyes. He realized somehow that he wasn't being fair with Riza, but he thought that she wasn't being fair either. He wanted to help her more than anything, so he was set on closing the case she gave him and even if he didn't want to admit it out loud, he didn't really want to let go of her. But being proud and stubborn as he was, he kept those feelings deep within himself.

When Roy entered the cabaret, the room was full. Riza was indeed a great performer, so he guessed that her shows must be popular. He made his way through the tables and the crowd and settled for a table at the back of the room, but close to the backstage exit so he could grab Riza while she got off stage. He waited for a few minutes before the lights were dimmed, then a spot light up on the stage, revealing Riza in a beautiful ivory dress. Roy stared at her the whole time, absorbed by her beauty and her voice. He was so focused that he almost forgot why he had come in the first place; to try to get her to work with him again.

However, when she ended her show and got off stage, Roy sneaked backstage behind her and surprised her when she was getting her jewelry off.

"Great show, as always" he whispered behind her ear.

Riza turned around quickly and jumped in surprise. She put a hand at her chest and looked around her nervously.

"What are you doing here?" she asked a little bit upset.

"Enjoying your show" Roy teased.

Riza sighed and turned away from him, determined not to fall into his trap. Roy was about to put his hand on her shoulder, but Riza seemed to notice something further in the hallway and turned back to Roy. She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him away, pushing him gently towards the exit.

"You need to go away" she muttered, looking behind her shoulder.

Roy looked over his shoulder too and saw a man coming towards them. He was a middle aged man with an eye patch, walking with confidence, his back straightened up. As he was approaching, Riza got more nervous and pushed Roy harder, making him stumble. Roy could see Bradley getting a gun out and walking faster towards them.

"Get out. NOW!" Riza yelled, pushing him one last time before turning around to Bradley.

Naturally, Roy didn't listen to her and got his own gun out, but wasn't fast enough. Bradley had pushed Riza hard against the wall and shot at Roy, fortunately only bruising his shoulder. Roy shot back at him, aiming right for his hand holding the gun. He couldn't shot exactly his hand, but he got the gun and the shock made Bradley drop it. Roy grabbed Riza's hand and helped her up quickly before running towards the exit. However, when he got out, two men were coming for him. Roy stopped, unsure of what was going on and where to go. Riza pulled him at the opposite side of the room, further in the backstage. They were shot a few times, but the narrowness of the hallway and the heavy curtains on the sides were preventing the men from aiming right. They finally hid on the side and Roy threw his spare gun to Riza. He fired a few shots at the two men that were following them. Riza on the contrary wasn't shooting and was just staring at the other side of the hallway.

"Riza what are you doing! Shoot back!" he yelled at her, making her snap out of her thoughts.

She gestured towards another door leading to a staircase and Roy, understanding her signal, ran quickly to the door. He opened it and let Riza in first, then locked the door the best he could behind them. They ran up the stairs and locked themselves up in a changing room. Roy's heart was beating like crazy and sweat was falling on his forehead.

"What the hell was that?" he said while turning around to face Riza.

He was surprise to see that Riza was pointing her gun at him, hesitation and pain visible in her eyes.

"Riza, what are you doing?" Roy whispered in shock.

Riza opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She shook her head, never letting her gun down.

"What's going on?" Roy added.

"I'm sorry, I don't have a choice. We're both going to die anyway" Riza answered, her voice shaking.

Roy waited for her to explain, but she didn't add anything. Then, it hit him. Why she was so mysterious about herself, her father and the case. Why she knew much more than the police. All of her attitude and every events that happened around him while she was there. She was setting a trap for him. She wasn't a victim, she was the executioner. The only thing he didn't know was why. Why would she want him dead?

"Why Riza?" he asked simply.

"I'm only a pawn here. You caused a lot of trouble for us you know that? I was hired to fool you, get information and kill you" she stated.

"But there was a flaw in your plan" Roy said, more as a statement than as a question.

"Yes, there was. I never expected to fall in love with you" she replied.

"And I fell in love with you too" Roy added.

Loud noises were heard downstairs and Roy figured the men had successfully opened the door to the staircase. Roy's mind was racing. He had to think of a way to make Riza drop the gun, then he could take care of the other men.

"As much as I want to be with you, you're not getting out of here alive" Riza stated.

"I love you. And you love me. We can get out of here, if you'd just help me…" Roy pleaded.

"Please, don't make this harder than it already is" she muttered, tears beginning to fall on her cheeks and her voice shaking once more.

Bigger noises were heard, closer to the room they were in. Riza twitched and turned her head around for a moment, lowering the gun slightly. Roy used the moment of inattention to raise his own gun, but Riza turned back to him. Shocked about the gun that was suddenly pointed at her, Riza raised her gun again and fired a shot at Roy. She missed, but Roy reacted by instinct and ducked on the ground, firing at Riza. However, he didn't miss. He got her right in the stomach, making Riza stumble on her feet and fall to the ground. Roy dropped his gun and ran to Riza, taking her gently in his arms.

"Riza, Riza please, oh god, please don't…"Roy stuttered.

Her ivory dress started to get red where he shot her, blood dripping for the wound to the ground. Roy tried his best to put pressure on it to stop the blood from flowing, but he couldn't do much if he didn't get her to a hospital soon. More noises could be heard, getting closer to then. Roy hold Riza close to him, rocking her gently in his arms. Riza squeezed his arm weakly and looked up at him with a weak smile.

"I love you, Roy" she confessed.

Roy leaned down and kissed her softly, feeling a faint taste of blood on Riza's lips. He then felt a sharp pain right under his chest. Confused, he leaned back and looked down to see that Riza still had the gun in her hand and it was pointing right at him. Blood appeared on Roy's shirt and he soon began to feel dizzy. His vision blurred and the last thing he saw was Riza smiling at him, tears still falling. He fell down on her. He still heard noises and could figure that the men following him had entered the room where they were hiding. He heard voices, but couldn't understand. He vaguely heard them saying something about burning the place down.

He turned his head to Riza, but his vision was too blurred to really see anything. He felt the room getting hotter. He saw the room getting lighter, fire flickering in front of him. He felt the flames licking his feet but couldn't feel the pain. All he felt was the heat. The heat and Riza's body under him. He smiled. He loved her, no matter what. She loved him. And they couldn't be together, at least, they would die together. Roy breathed once last time, satisfied. At least, the flames would engulf them both, leaving no traces of their guilt behind. And when the flames would go out, nothing would be left, like nothing had ever happened. No guilt, no pain, nothing.