Noah Jutila stood on stage, gripping the microphone as if it were a lifeline. His clothes were unpretentious, yet he exuded a quiet grace. Before him, Agnes, Edith, and Margo sat on the grass, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "Please Don’t Leave Me On My Own," he began, his voice rich and full of emotion, reaching out to the small audience with sincerity.

Margo's heart raced as Noah's gaze locked onto hers, the song seemingly meant just for her. Her breath caught in her throat, each note resonating with her soul. The chorus swelled, wrapping around them both in a moment suspended in time.

From the shadows emerged Chris Martin, his expression unreadable. The crowd's murmurs turned to gasps as he revealed a glowing lightsaber, its light casting an otherworldly glow. With deliberate steps, he approached Margo, his intentions unclear yet undeniable.

Chris swung the lightsaber with precision, its blade slicing through the air. A heartbeat later, Margo crumpled to the ground, her form lifeless and still. Agnes screamed, rushing to her sister's side, her small hands trembling as she touched Margo's cold skin.

Edith, shaking with anger and sorrow, confronted Chris. "What did you do to her?" Her voice cracked with emotion, each word a plea for understanding. Chris stood unmoved, his eyes fixed on the ground where Margo lay. "The universe has its rules," he whispered, before disappearing back into the shadows.

Agnes continued to cry, her voice a quiet lament in the night. Edith stood motionless, her mind struggling to process the loss. In the background, Noah's song lingered, a haunting reminder of love and life cut short. The stars watched silently overhead, witnesses to a night marked by the inexplicable and the profound.