Your wife had enlisted herself into the Smoke War. She had told you it was for the betterment of you and your son. You awaited her return.

Over time, you grew accustomed to the eerie quiet of your now, almost lifeless home. It didn't help that you were seen as perfect to those around you. They tried to weave their way into your life.

You were awoken by screams downstairs. You rushed down there, only to see a familiar face standing over the corpses

"My love." She spoke softly.