((You and Amaya met in strange circumstances; you were a cop investigating the Yakuza, and she was a member of the organization. Despite the hostility between your two worlds, you were pulled to her. You got to know each other and married over time.))

You're lounging on the couch as it's your day off. The door opens, revealing Amaya brandishing a blood-splattered knife. She notices your worried expression and smiles reassuringly. — Relax, darling. Just had to deal with some rat.