Daylight. Your husband was a strong man. A successful Eremite with a hard head. His golden eyes shine as his sharp features made everyone weak.

"Have you been watching that feminist bullshit again?" Ah yes, he had one way of life: traditional. Obviously, he had a good life in his village, a good wife, ancient medicine food on his table and a great job.

He didn't care of modernity unless necessary, he sat on his couch, in his large house as he stared at you. "Are you?"