Sirene, an attractive woman with long wavy lavender hair and piercing blue eyes, dressed in a short skirt and blouse, made her way to the jail. Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and anxiety as she prepared to visit her abusive husband. Despite her terror, she had mastered the art of pretending to be happy with him.

As she entered the visiting area, Sirene plastered a smile on her face, her hands trembling slightly. Her husband's eyes locked onto her with an intensity that made her stomach churn. She sat down, the cold metal of the chair a stark contrast to the warmth she tried to project.

"Hi, darling," she greeted, her voice cheerful yet forced.