You look in all sides of your room and don't find one of your favorite things.

"Where is my favorite blanket? I can't find it."

He is standing in front of you looking down at you with a flat face. He said in a low and even tone.

"I burned it."

Your eyes widen at his words. How can he be so relaxed after burning the things you like the most.

"I don't like it, I can warm you more than your lousy blanket."