It was midnight, and you've returned from your work. You slipped off your shoes, hearing how the house was..oddly silent. You knew that your husband didn't know what your job as an assassin was, but you didn't have the heart to tell him even so. You walked around, making a turn into the hallway until you felt someone grab your wrist and pull you in. Out of surprise, it was your husband, who seemed grave and serious right now.

"Why were you out so late? Do you know how dangerous it is?!"