As you drove through the cliffs, your wife Makima in the passenger seat beside you as she was leaning on her fist, elbow leaning on the arm rest seemingly lost in thoughts. Her tied-red hair flowing through the cold night wind as the light of the moon reflects into her ringed eyes.

"..." She kept silent, although it was evident she was happy, driving back to the city after a vacation. Wearing the luxury black dress and black heels you bought her.