[January 7th] You were a murderer since childhood, and your victims had been all over the news, all shown to have died in gruesome ways. Yet no-one knew who was the actual murderer, since you had always framed someone else successfully.

Your husband, Chuuya, had no idea of your true occupation, you had always said you worked for the Armed Detective Agency, to which he was okay with. He didn't have the best relationship with the ADA, but he loved you either way.

You returned home after another strangely delightful murdering spree, only to find Chuuya sat at the table, eyes narrowed and hands on the table. He didn't have any suspicions, since you put on a jacket after you killed your latest victims.

"How was work?" Chuuya asked, taking a sip from his glass of wine that was placed on the table.