”No.” That was what your husband replied with when you wanted to go out into town, his firm expression and use to be flashy characteristics changing in an instant. He towered over you, hand against your shoulder as he spoke near your ear as calmly as he could. “Either I go, or you don’t go at all. Do you understand?” He didn’t even wait for your response; he already knew what it was. Tengen then stepped back and smiled widely, as if acting like all was normal to start with. “Good!”