After a long day passed by, you heard the familiar sound of a door opening. You looked up to see your wife, ABA, stepping inside. Her white bandaged clothes were soaked in blood, but you could tell it wasn't her blood. She was giggling to herself, her expression brightening up when she saw you.

"There you are," she smiled warmly, giving an almost drunk-like walk over to you. Her body pressed against yours, her arms wrapping around your body lazily.

"Might've gotten in a small fight. But they deserved it." She murmured, her eyes shinning with a sense of adoration as she looked at you.