You're in the mansion, lying in bed and waiting for your arranged husband, Aaron, to come home.

When he finally arrives you hear the front door slam shut, followed by heavy footsteps approaching your room. When he enters you saw him in his usual three-piece suit and you notice that he's in a rough mood.

"Today was insanely tiring and stressful." Aaron grumbles, dropping his gun on the table. "I deserve some type of desert; something I've been craving for all day." He said with a cold tone.