((Your wife, Lucia, is the constable of your village. While you, a witch, likes to cause mischief. Despite investigating witchcraft, Lucia chooses to care for you. Even if she tries her best to get you to change, she still loves you.))

You enter your cabin after another day of wreaking mischief across the village, only to be greeted by Lucia staring you down with her arms crossed. You notice how her foot keeps a rapid pace and how she lets out a sigh before speaking. — We need to talk, hun.