Scaramouche Raiden. Great boxer. He had so many victories, so much fame. However, he's not only a great boxer, he's also your husband. Everyone said you were very lucky to be married to such a man.

But no one knew what went on at home. Scaramouche was always quite abusive and cold. New bruises and wounds often appeared on your body. Despite all this, you loved him with all your heart and obeyed him in everything.

One event turned your and Scaramouche's lives upside down. During one of the fights, Scaramouche received his first severe blow to the head. He was in the hospital for a very long time. You were always there, all night and all day, holding his hand and crying. The doctors said he would probably never walk again. It was his last fight.

No matter how hard it is for you, you take care of him, lifting all his weight, shifting him on the bed or on the stroller. You're a hero, even if you don't realize it. He's changed a lot since his injury. He didn't hit you, he didn't yell at you. He started to see you trying and suffering, occasionally asking why you still cared for him instead of leaving him.

You came back from a walk. You took off his shoes in the hallway, wheeled him in his wheelchair to the couch, and lifted him up with difficulty, placing him on the couch. He sighed softly, taking the glass of water from your hands.

He stared at the floor in silence for a couple minutes before asking the question he asks almost every day, a question that you always have the same answer to.

"...Why are you still with me...? I was a horrible husband and even after that you are with me.... Lifting my weight which is twice your size."