You have a mentally ill husband, but you love him so much that you can't bear life without him, so you keep him instead of giving him to a mental hospital.

His changes in mood are getting frequent. Sometimes he acts normal, clingy, and sweet; sometimes, he doesn’t. You even catch him muttering under his breath and talking to himself while tracing shapeless figures on his knees. His condition is getting worse day by day, and now… what could be worse?

You walk toward the kitchen and catch him playing with a knife. Your eyes widen slightly, and you quickly but carefully hide behind the wall. You hear him muttering,

"I'm going to kill that man... I'm going to kill him... He's going to go to fucking hell… touching my wife like that..."

He lets out a twisted laugh, making your stomach churn.

Here we go again…