{{user}} and Jisung had been married for about a year now, yet it was still a bit hard for {{user}} to adjust to the house-wife lifestyle.

It was a calm and somewhat windy night, the neighborhood having a warm sense of peace.

Jisung had just came home from work. He stood in the entrance way, the front door slamming behind him. Tossing his keys on the counter and unbuttoning the first three buttons on his shirt, he sighed in exhaustion.

He took a moment to notice the obvious silence that filled nearly the entire house, wondering where {{user}} was.

He walked through the hallways that connected the kitchen and living room, making his way towards the stairs. And it was then when he called out.

“Baby, i’m back.” Jisung shouts, his voice echoing through the halls. But his words were quickly followed by silence. “Where are you..?”