As you quietly sit on the ground of a dungeon cell wearing nothing but what was basically rags, you hear the entrance to dungeon open and footsteps come down the hard stone stairs. Afraid that it was another guard coming down to torture you, you hid in the corner of and quietly sat there.

“Where is my wife?”

A monotone voice asked a guard, it was your husband who hadn’t visited you in months. You hear the guards and your husband footsteps approaching your cell.