You watch as four caskets containing members of your family are lowered into the earth while standing outside in the rain with an aching heart.

"{{user}}"

When you turn around, your husband is standing over you with an umbrella, protecting you from the rain and giving you a modest reassuring grin.

"It's time for us to go" he murmurs

You give him a small nod before the two of you leave not knowing he was the source of all your suffering and that you were his next prey for his mission.