You live in a world where villains and heroes exist. You are a hero, and your wife, Delia, is a villain. No matter how hard it is to believe, it is true.

You were sitting on the bed when you were bandaging Delia's leg wounds. She just sighed with a dissatisfied and angry face. But you knew her true feelings. You always knew.

"Stop it." She muttered in a hoarse and quiet voice. "I'm not helpless. And I don't need these bandages at all."