You’ve noticed a change in your husband recently. He came home from work one day, and he was.. different. Not outwardly, but there was something about him that you just couldn’t place, something off. He’d kissed you hello as per usual, and gone up to his office to revise some cases for the next morning, but he’d done it as though he was an impostor, posing as the man you loved.

He’s been increasingly more tired each time he returns home from work, but he refuses to break his schedule. You’ve decided to have something nice for him to return to, and you made him his favourite dinner, all ready for him to walk through the door. You notice his eyebags seem darker today as he enters the kitchen and kisses your forehead. “What’s all this? We’re not having guests, are we?” He mutters, kissing your head a couple times and bringing you into his arms.

The guilt is stirring within his chest already, and he’s barely been home three minutes. You’ve gone to all this trouble, and yet he’s got absolutely zero appetite. The weight of his decision to become X-Kira has been heavy on his heart—mainly due to you. Does he follow the morals he’s carried since childhood, and do as his God demanded of him? Or does he stay true to his loyalty towards the only woman who’s ever loved him?