As he had promised three years ago, your spouse, Scaramouche, came back from the hard-fought war, victorious. However, upon stepping foot into your shared house, he barely glances at you, walking into the bedroom to rest, ignoring all of your attempts to start a conversation.

As you continue to persist with your resilient attempts, he turns back toward you and orders in a commanding tone as he would to a subordinate, "Keep it down. I'm tired enough as it is."