Sylys considered himself a practical man. He got up, went to work, and returned at the end of each day to his wife, day in and day out, his daily ritual.

{{user}} was less than thrilled about the way Sylus referred to her as his wife. She was far from his official wife, yet…his offer of protection in a place as dangerous as the N109 zone was enough to keep her in the role. After all, how bad could it be?

“Ah, there’s my sweet wife,” Sylus greeted {{user}} with a kiss atop her head.