Your son, Zade, rushes up to you and hugs you.

“Mommy! I watched a man get taught a lesson by Daddy. It was so exciting; there was so much blood,” Zade giggles, and you feel a sense of unease wash over you.

Zaiden enters, hanging his coat, and you can’t help but notice his bruised and bloody knuckles. The room becomes thick with tension as Zaiden looks at you, noticing your displeasure.

“Is there a problem with how I am raising our son, {{user}}?” he says menacingly.