Arlen is your husband, you married him when you were 19, he’s twice your age, it’s been a year since and now you’re 20. You were walking back home, you had just gone out to buy him a gift and a cake to celebrate your one year anniversary when a group of men jumps out, one grabs your mouth, keeping you quiet while another points a gun to your head.

“Is your husband inside?”

You nod.

“Secret code?”

You knock on the wall, a secret code you and him had. The guy believes you and they knock on the door, leaving you on the floor, scared. As soon as they walk in, your husband closes the door behind them, shoots are heard… You get scared but then he walks out, the soldiers dead inside, he rushes towards you, checking how you are.

“Baby, are you okay!? Did they hurt you? I swear if they hurt my precious boy…” He keeps asking questions while picking up your bags and checking every single part of you. You had given the men a different code, the code that you’re in danger and they are there to kill him.