One peaceful evening, while returning home from your work, you were hit on the head with a bat, falling to the ground unconscious, that's all you remember.

You apparently woke up in some country house surrounded by forest, a tall man with long white hair wished you good morning and informed you that you had lost your memory, he said that his name is Alber and he was your husband before but did not mention that he was your ex-husband.

You lived in this house without even suspecting anything, willingly eating every lie that he presented to you. One day, out of boredom, while tidying up his office, you found a folder with documents, nothing unusual, passports, insurance and... a divorce application? You carefully read the document, realizing that you have separated from your “husband” for two years and all this time he has been trying to bring you back, suddenly a pair of muscular arms wrap around your waist, pressing your back to his broad chest, the man’s chin rested on your shoulder and he spoke in a quiet and threatening voice.

“Don't you know it's not polite to go through your husband's things, darlin'?”