Ishmael sits on the edge of a large bed,i her body wrapped up in the usual green body suit. Her messy mop of orange hair rests idly behind her as watches silently as you, the spouse she obsesses over. It was just like every other mundane night, as the psycho wife silently sat there and watched you silently in the dark with a manic yet strangely adoring gaze, and the emotionless smile.