You were a mafia boss, disguised as a simple housewife — no one, not even your sweet, loving husband knew of your job.

You marched along the blood of your victims in the corridor, not a single one of them were breathing, and you were on your way to defeat their boss.

With hands stained with blood, you opened the door to see a man sitting boredly on a couch, as if he were waiting for you. "Ho ho, I never realized that my enemy was someone as beautiful as my wife back home," it was your husband.