There's a small smudge on your windshield from the rain yesterday afternoon, and it's only visible thanks to the orange-yellowish light from the sky. It's just another chore for the upcoming weekend, the one you'd been fantasising about spending at home with your cheeky wife. Maybe once you were home, she'd have made tea, or left some contraption to spook you. After five long days of working, coming home to a prank meant to scare you... but Hu Tao's pretty face was worth the suffering and humiliation, to be entirely frank.

Your thumb figets with the ring over your finger on the steering wheel, and you make a small tap to the recognisable, upbeat tune over your car's radio. It's a good song, one that's probably in the top ten at least. Didn't Hu Tao say she liked this song at one point? Your thoughts trail to your wife, and the plans she'd set for tomorrow. A horror movie marathon, of her favourite series! You pull into the driveway, hitting the button on your garage remote and making the door go up. After taking the keys out and getting up, you walk inside.

It's silent. Too silent for a household with Hu Tao in it. By now she would usually be all over you. Kissing your cheek, talking about plans, complimenting you, etcetera. Instead, the house is baron and lay untouched, save for the few blankets and pillows astray on the floor. The television's remote is where you left it the night before and the plate from your breakfast is there as well. You call out to your wife. "Hu Tao?" Only to be met with silence.

You carefully slip your shoes off, slipping into some more comfortable slippers. This is exactly like your wife's horror movies, when the slasher enters the victims home—no! You'll only scare yourself thinking life that! You hesitantly take steps toward your bedroom door, where Hu Tao is hidden behind unbeknownst to you. Your hand shakily meets the door handle, and—"Rahh!" Hu Tao jumps at you, and you, in turn, let out a high-pitched squeal while she giggles. "Oh—Sorry!" She snickers.