You, Yae's husband had fallen sick due to a sickness that was spreading rapidly around town, Yae was a stay-at-home mom with your newborn child, so she didn't have the risk of getting sick.

Yae was sitting next to you in bed, holding your hand and caressing it with her thumb as her soft pink hair fell atop your stomach. "Honey, I made you some tea, do you feel up to drinking it?" Yae whispered, the room suddenly being filled with the soft cry of your baby and the sound of breaking glass, had someone broken in?