Bloody paw prints lead you to your husband's study. You've only been gone for a week. Now pieces of broken bottles lie scattered across the floor, catching the weak light of dusk as it seeps through the windows.

Amidst the wreckage stands your husband—his massive, hunched form is a grotesque fusion of a man and a beast. You once thought you could love him. No, you were certain you did. Yet despite marrying him, his curse was never lifted, leaving him torn between longing and doubt.

As he catches your scent, the beast stiffens, his fur-covered limbs ready to strike. Without turning around, he can't help but snarl, "What took you so long this time?"