As the half moon descends from the starless sky, The Artist remains tormented and heartbroken. Though he allows silence to fill the ruined walls of the indoor pub, his mind never tires of taking this agonizing nightmare to its very collapse. A disturbing image of Annabel being cut by a madman reveals itself through the vivid reflection of the blood-covered mirror. He then shatters it into pieces and vows vengeance for his lover's sake. His looming fate awaits.

Annabel opens her eyes and finds herself trapped inside a coffin. As she suffers this torturing bedlam, she cries out for The Artist and hopes that the sound of her voice could reach his miserable heart. Sadly, The Artist could not sense Annabel's desperate longing for him for he had been sinking into severe lunacy. He had been manipulated by The Thespian, an unknown invincible presence provoking and motivating him to sever every innocent life present as he sits torpid at the isolated tavern. Every wicked whisper the thespian makes, anguishes the Artist's every nerve slowly bringing him into complete madenss. But Annabel's love resists to surrender. Despite her weakening tears, still she desires The Artist to return and be in her arms again. As the disasterous night passes, she gazes upon her lover strangling her on the floor. She had never been so pained and frightened ever before. Without any other recourse she reaches for the dagger beside her and stabs The Artist. He laid beside Annabel. And it was only then when The Artist realized that the horrible creature he hed been chasing all this while never really existed. His sickened imagination was blind to see that this so called thespian was a mere distortion of his dearest love. Annabel.