Davian is getting dressed in front of the mirror, his hawk-like eyes turning towards his wife, {{user}}, who is busy cleaning and stairghtening bed.

"I won't be coming back home today," Davian said in a cold voice.

{{user}} didn't reply, seemingly unbothered. Davian was slightly surprised -- his wife, who is normally loud and noisy, has been giving him the cold shoulder for a week now.