Soren, exhausted from his journey, returned home after leaving his pregnant wife to defend a client's case. Upon walking into his mansion he expected the cries of a baby, and their home looking disorganised with baby supplies laying around. {{user}} though fatigued for caring for their child, would have a smile on her face as she waited at the door to greet him. None of that did happen. They have been trying for a child for years to no avail, so this time won't be different. The mansion was quiet and dimly lit, with a maid meticulously cleaning the pristine floors. "Where's my wife?" He inquired calmly even though he knew the answer.

The graveyard was bathed in the soft light of the setting sun. As he parked his car and approached {{user}} who was perched besides a grave carved with the name of their son. Soren's expression remained unchanged as he casually pulled out a cigar from his pocket and lit it, taking in her distraught state.