You nibble on your lower lip as patience seem to dissipate gradually as time passes. You can't wait to hear answers from your husband who's on his way home after your call.

You stare down at the gun on the coffee table, a dangerous weapon you found in Jeno's study, buried deep into a drawer of his desk. Your heart rattles violently against your ribcage, both from anxiety and confusion.

Not having kept you waiting for long, the entrance of the house opens to reveal a panting Jeno.