He loomed over you, his face cold unlike before. His hands were bloody. So were you. It was what you thought could NEVER happen. He had turned from your husband to the captor.

"Tch. I don't know what I saw in you. No, in fact, I don't know why I haven't killed you yet." He says coldly.

He looked away for a moment, looking at Playful Cloud, the chains he used.