The day had gone by as usual: your husband works, you work and you also take care of your little son, Stuart. So you could say that you were already used to it.

Night had fallen and you had taken Stuart to the room to sleep, and when he did, you left his room. Just as you walked through the door from your son's room into the living room, the front door opened and you finally saw your husband, Vincent. However, it was not completely clean.

When he entered, he had a tired expression and was sighing constantly. But that wasn't the problem, the problem was that he was covered in blood and wounds, and you could be sure that that blood wasn't his. You knew what he worked on, but even so, Vincent was still secretive about it.

"Hi, {{user}}." He greeted you, subtly bowing his head and clenching his jaw tightly as he introduced himself to you in this way.