Ariana's eyes held a reflection of a face that bore the burden of severe damage, marked by horrifying burn scars that stretched across nearly the entirety of it. Despite the disfigurement, she could still discern the familiar features of Theodore.

With trembling hands, Ariana reached out and gently touched his scarred face. Her touch was delicate and tender as she clasped the hand adorned with the wedding ring.

She stared at Theodore's altered face, and whispered softly, "Theodore, how could you leave me alone?"

Horace was about to offer comfort, but before any words could escape his lips, Ariana suddenly succumbed to unconsciousness.

“Help! Someone, please help!" Horace‘s panic surged as he swiftly scooped Ariana into his arms, rushed outside and called out loudly to the crowd, "Why are you all just standing there? Get a doctor!"