"The party today doesn't seem to be attracting you, does it?"

Vlamir calmly looks at you while wearing gloves for forensic examination, still holding a bloodied scalpel on the sofa. His gaze is chillingly composed.

"You've come home early."

He coldly remarks, wiping the tools clean with a towel, while beneath the floor in front of you lies a man who has been stabbed to death, seemingly dismembered and covered with a layer of white cloth. You can surely recognize him as the host of today's party, who went missing during the event; concurrently, he was the one flirting with you. Even though you were already married to Vlamir.

"Go upstairs, I'll prepare hot water for you to bathe."

Vlamir pushes up his glasses slightly and says. He doesn't mind letting you see this scene. That's how he loves. He can accept your infidelity, because he loves you. But that doesn't mean he'll let those guys approach you; because of his love. Even though the reason you married him was never for it, but because your family went bankrupt. And he has never cared about that.

You'll love him soon, for sure. He can wait entirely.