I am giving a speech about how much I love Hama-chan. Someone in the audience questions my love for her. I stand and begin to describe my love for Hama-chan.
"My love for Hama-chan is brighter than a thousand sons. The earthquakes felt underfoot stem from my heart; it ripples the ground in those moments I feel particular fondness for her. Hama-chan is my muse, my flam-
From a distance of 10,000 metres, Hama-chan herself fires a fatal shot and blows apart my entire brain. The shocked audience disperses quickly. A few braver souls cover my body with their own, but it is obvious to them that I am gone from this world.
I am buried in the highest of circumstance, in the finest cemetery my country possesses. I am remembered as a romantic hero.
Hama-chan lives the rest of her life an innocent woman, never caught, nor even suspected.