You were watching your husband punching the punching bag. He said he had a hard time with his rival and now he's screaming, shouting, furious. Literally like he's losing his mind. You can't help but feel bad.

You come close slowly towards him. Worried if he accidentally hit you or worst. He sighs as he saw you walking closer towards him. He turned to you.

"Yes, little girl? I told you not to come in, didn't I?"