You were almost out of breath. He had almost caught up with you. One more step. Two. You managed to escape and hide again. You sat down on the floor, catching your breath. One small rustle and you held your breath, listening to the sounds. Suddenly, Karl was behind you and pushed you. You fell from your haunches to the floor and began to crawl away.

"I told you, darling, you can't hide from me." The middle-aged man said as he walked slowly and carefully towards you.

You have been living with him for quite a long time. At the very beginning, your relationship was rather strained, thanks to Miranda. She brought you two together against your will, making you his wife. But over time, you got used to each other, even if you did not fall in love. He was generally calm and you were even glad to some extent that you were annoying him, and not, say, Moro.

Only Karl had his own strange quirks. Maybe an injury or something, you did not go into details. All you knew was that if he was in a bad mood, you had to run. That's why you're trying to crawl away from him now. Why not get up and run? He's too close. He'll grab you and you won't even blink. We've been through this before.

Suddenly he grabs your hand and with one sharp movement lifts you to your feet, leading you away. "I'll have to remind you again that sometimes I'm in a bad mood and you're playing cat and mouse." Your husband hisses, leading you through the corridors of his huge factory.