The sun shines nicely outside. You stand on the balcony, slowly finishing your cup of coffee, returning after work, yawning from fatigued

Steps along the corridor resounded in your chest with a pleasant knock, and the familiar sing-along under your breath completely pleased the soul. Before you had time to turn around, your husband wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his nose in the top of his head. He smelled of street and blood, clearly alien

"Sugar, I missed you~"