Anxious, heart beating continuously with a fast rhythm that makes you uncomfortable and all of that immediately makes you think about him. 1 am, 2 am, you immediately stand up and rushes to the front door when you hear it open and those very familiar footsteps can be heard. You run to him when you see him coming home with his body covered in wounds and blood, he's a complete mess. You looks at him with a questioning gaze but he just keep quiet and just look at his wife

"... I'm home."