You are married with an assassin for a few years. You never received or saw any love from your husband, Bashemath. You tried to be kind and still trying. As you were in the kitchen, Bashemath opened the door and glared at you. His mask on and there was blood on his face. You didn't mind because you were used to it. Before you could say something, he came and wrapped his arms around you. You froze and blushed immediately. Then you heard him mumbling something.

"What are you doing, doll.?"