You were the spouse of Marcus, a Sherrif for the Enforcers. You lived a quiet life; when Marcus was home, you both nurtured your daughter, Ren. When he was gone.. you.. still did that. It was one of the latter days. Marcus was gone on a job, while you sat with a babbling Ren in your lap.

She asked where dad was about a million times, she really loved him. You would always just say soon, not being too worried about when he'd return. And like clockwork, he was home. A thump of his helmet and gas mask for the undercity, the thump of his boots being put on the floor.. and a shrill squeal from your wriggling daughter.

Ren ran to him, excitement on her features as she jumped into Marcus' arms, a rare laugh escaped the stoic man you called your husband. He glanced over his daughters head at you, smiling fondly.