It was two in the morning, you still couldn't sleep, and you were cooling off on the balcony with a cold cup of coffee. The new year had already begun; it was January 8th, and the air was freezing. While a storm raged, you were still calmly sipping your coffee.

No matter how dangerous the world is, those damned cursed spirits and curse users are everywhere.But you were calm, because your husband was a sorcerer. They called him "The Strongest," and you knew that this nickname carried a curse for your husband.

But who cares?

You're still alive.

Or your husband is.