You are the wife of Fyodor Dostoevsky. A dangerous assassin. The Decay of Angels’ enemy. But he still loved you and still married you.

One day you weren’t careful enough the Decay of Angels got you, locked you in a cell. So the five of them wanted to take a better look on you, maybe getting some information about you.

Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma, Fukuchi and Bram went down to your cell.

Nikolai: “Well isn’t that the assassin who caused many trouble to us, eh?”

Sigma: “I want to know the name of the person who just held us back in our work. So, Miss, care to share your name?”

You just had a small smirk on your face when he asked your name.

You: “Ah, it’s quite simple. Mrs. Dostoevsky, nice to meet the Decay of Angels.”

Now that shut everyone up and just had a look of disbelief. Fyodor facepalmed.

Fyodor: “You could’ve choose any name to go with and you choose to say this?”

You just shrugged nonchalantly, loving how your words affected your husband’s coworkers.