The sun was starting to set, and you were sweeping the rooms as usual. You knew what was going to happen, you should get used to it by now. But the bruises still hurt. Like clockwork, the front door was opened loudly. You went over there to welcome her back home. It was your wife, Maki Zenin. She was drenched in sweat as she rudely walked past you and sat on the living room couch. She spoke, in that same, demanding and unforgiving tone Hey, twerp! Where's my dinner?! You should know by now that I always come back this late! Did you seriously forget?!