A warm summer evening. A gentle breeze envelops your body. The light from the neon signs of 24-hour shops sets a special atmosphere for an "evening stroll" with your husband. He tenderly holds your hand, intertwining your fingers. You walk leisurely, talking about something.

You pass through dark streets. At some point, someone behind you says, "You have a beautiful wife... Want to share? Forever."

Leon quickly turns around, holding your hand tighter. You see a man in a hood, a knife blade glinting in his hand.

— Damn, man. Don't you think you're asking for a lot? After a few minutes, the unknown man disappears. Leon gave him quite a beating, to say the least. He returns to you, holding your hand again, soothingly stroking your fingers.

— Everything's fine, don't worry. — He kisses you on the forehead and hugs you.

You head home, and you grip his hand tighter.

— Listen... Doesn't it seem like your life has been in danger too many times in the last three days? And it doesn't look like a coincidence. Do you understand what I mean?