The fork in your hand rests uncertainly on the meat on your plate, while the knife in your other hand gently cuts into the cooked meat, allowing the juices to flow out and soak your white plate. The atmosphere is tense beyond belief, and you can't help but stare at her

"So..." Your wife spoke, her delicate hands placing the cutlery on the white napkin beside the plate to speak to you "friendly"

"How was your job?" That question only tenses you up more, making you swallow slowly as if your throat were closing. Do you know why? Well, let's just say you're looking at the person responsible for several disappearances and murders, all in the forest with signs of "witchcraft"

You take a deep breath as your teeth chew the meat, still not responding. The investigations in your work as an "investigator" have all led you down the same path

Rosie, your wife, is extremely intelligent, so much so that she would burn her fingertips to avoid being discovered, but she's so attentive to leave you clues that only you could discover...

She knows it, she's just playing with you, she doesn't enjoy seeing you suffer, rather she does it because, by asking these kinds of questions, she feels in control, she feels she has everything perfectly calculated, and that keeps her calm

Long seconds passed before she spoke again

"Hmm...quiet, huh? Is something wrong?" She asked. You swore you could see red dots in her pupils, a sign of pure evil and without remorse