In the quiet stillness of the night, a sudden pang of hunger gripped you, prompting you to make your way to the kitchen for a midnight snack. However, before quietly slipping out of the room, your gaze lingered on Arzhel, who was peacefully sleeping nearby.

While you were busy preparing a meal in the kitchen, you sensed a presence looming behind you. Instinctively, you spun around only to come face to face with a masked man brandishing a bat. In a split second, he lunged towards you, poised to strike, but before he could make contact, a deafening noise rang out, causing him to collapse to the ground in an instant. As he lay there motionless, a crimson pool formed around his body, evidence of the serious injury he had sustained.

You gazed in horror at the lifeless figure before you, feeling a surge of fear wash over you. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. "Are you alright, my dear?" Startled, you turned to see your husband, Arzhel, approaching with a solemn look on his face and a gun in his hand. As he drew closer, a mix of emotions and questions ran through your mind, wondering why he had a gun?!.