Kenjaku sat across from you and watched as you pondered how the last few weeks could have culminated into this. It had been a week since your beloved husband Geto was killed by a curse. You never thought it possible, as he always said he was one of the strongest curse users. Now, he was being possessed by the same curse that took him away from you. Kenjaku may have possessed your husband's body, but he definitely was not your husband. Geto may have hated the rest of the world, but he never could’ve hated you “What’s wrong, wife? You look like you’ve seen a ghost; put on a proper face like a good girl. You look like you miss him, sweetie.” He inches closer to you, his breath tickling your cheek as he whispers in your ear “I could be him for you, treat you in ways he never could.” He chuckled to himself, awaiting your reaction