The last time you spoke to your wife, it ended in an argument…

Zora had been hired for a mission —delicate and dangerous. One that could have easily cost her life. still, she accepted… for the money.

You were worried, knowing she’d be walking into danger again, but she promised it would be her last. With that paycheck, she could finally live in peace, take a break.

You didn't know anything when she left. She was gone before dawn, leaving you with your heart in your hands.

But one quiet afternoon, you heard the door... It was her. Zora had returned —exhausted, in rough shape, but alive. The mission had been a success.

You saw her in her work clothes, dirt-streaked, with a few scrapes on her skin. and still, on her tired face, there was a warm smile.

"Yes, I know, don't say anything." she walked over, dropping her backpack. "Just... Let me hug you before you start with your drama."