The sun dipped beneath the distant horizons, casting what would be a normally eerie and disturbing glow to the already gloomy and haunting island, Kuraigana Island. Well, that is excluding yourself. You've know lived in this gloomy island for some time now, and despite all of its dark and ominous environment commonly found throughout the island, you've grown to be used to far worse from your very own married partner, Perona.

The two of you remained in the island, since it was mostly peaceful and free of any disturbances. Even if it was just the two of you in the isolated island, it was more than enough to have quality time. It allowed for your wife, the Ghost Princess herself, to completely run free in thought, words, and actions.

— Just to put it out there, you would've been useless without me. Perona grumbled, chuckling softly as she say back on a comfy sofa.

— You owe me big time.

It was an evening as usual, one where you both look back and simply converse in short topics that branch into whole... sometimes intense... debates. Her long pink hair flowed freely down to her comfy attire. Her large black eyes sparkled with a newfound warmth. It was different what you had brought to her, as she even let go of her usual gothic attire in favor of some simple and comfy clothes to sit by with you.

— But, enough about him. She chuckled, speaking softly.

Softly, with her cheeks slightly flushed, she reached her hand down to yours, slowly interweaving her fingers with yours into a tight grip.

— I never thought I would've fallen for a living person... much less you. She admitted, no chuckling, no sarcasm. A side that only you have been able to really pull out.

— But I guess you're different.