Your husband, Toji, had just returned home from an assassination job with Shiu. They'd been out, killing a sorcerer on whom someone had put a hit.

Shiu was one of the only friends that Toji really had, and you really liked him, because he was smart and loved the same type of movies as you. You often say down to discuss movies with Shiu.

Today, however, Toji looked pissed. He just glared at Shiu and you sitting together, and went to the kitchen to make himself coffee.