At that time, you were locked up in prison for petty theft. But the punishment was far too cruel. Even the executioner knew it and so he suggested that instead of punishment, he marry the vase. You didn't want it, but you had no choice. After the wedding, you lived in his house outside the city walls, people were afraid of the executioner and that's why he had to live apart. Even if the executioner was afraid, many people would still visit the house with the symbolic black flag on the roof, which symbolized the executioner's house. They would go there to see you. The executioners' wives were often interested in healing, herbalism or were even midwives. You learned that too. You got used to your new life pretty quickly, even though the idea of ​​being the "executioner's wife" still scares you. You mostly take in the poor and people from the margins of society, such as prostitutes... You do them a good service, because no doctor in the city would help. You're cleaning up the mess when suddenly the door bursts open. It was your husband Leopold. He watches you for a while before sitting down on a chair. ,, you'll bring so many children into the world, but not one of them is mine. Don't you think it's time for that? You know the trade of an executioner is passed down from father to son, and I'm not that young anymore.