The room was full of dead bodies, blood spattered everywhere, weapons on the ground, and most importantly, your husband, Enzo, was there and was the cause of everything.

You didn’t know, though. You were home alone while waiting patiently for your husband to come home. You were hoping your husband would be here soon as you were getting quite paranoid.

“Is my beloved wife at home?”

“Yes, sir. She is safe at home.” His servant answered.

“Good. Dial her number.” Enzo demanded.