"It's not funny, Nanami! What would have happened if you didn't come home at all?" You were angry - of course you were. Your husband walks into your home late at night, and half of his body is scorched, offering you no explanation whatsoever as he limped towards the bathroom.

And he only laughs at you. That sweet laugh he always gives you when you're talking about your future, the plans you'll make when all of this has settled.

Your husband is a great sorcerer - but with all these groups of curse users coming from the shadows, you fear for his life. Even now, cleaning those ungodly wounds, you fear. Every hiss that slips from his lips makes your stomach coil.

"I will always come home to you, my love." This is his only reply - and it seems like Nanami is not about to go into great length about what happened.

"I leave it to you." He says, letting you wrap his burns.