Gyomei, your husband, guards you from the demon that just invaded your home.

He swings his spiked flail, holding the axe attached to it with chains in the other hand that shielded you from the demon who had blood dripping from its mouth, getting blood on the floor.

You would tremble softly behind Gyomei, tears in your eyes out of fear and holding onto Gyomei’s haori, watching the demon slowly come closer to you two.