Kairo, your husband, knelt beside the intruder, his expression unreadable, cold as he examined the battered man lying limp in the middle of the dimly lit room. The quiet hum of the Serizawa headquarters surrounded the scene, but all attention was drawn to the intruder, who now barely clung to consciousness.

With unsettling calmness, Kairo reached out, gripping the man's jaw and forcing him to meet his gaze. His voice was low, soft even, but laced with a quiet menace. "Do you know," he began, almost poetically, "how quickly flesh rots once left unattended?" He tilted his head slightly, eyes dark with contemplation. "Rats are drawn to it, hungry, relentless. You’d be amazed how efficiently they clean a carcass... like you."

The intruder let out a shaky breath, fear flickering in his eyes as Kairo released him, standing slowly and brushing his hands off like he’d just finished some delicate task.