The room is drowning in heavy silence, the scent of disinfectant filling your nose, your body lying motionless on the hospital bed, trapped in a cold coma. You don’t know what’s happening around you… but they are there.

Your enemy, Irfrid, stands at the foot of your bed, his iron grip clamped on your cheating husband’s shoulder, forcing him to kneel before you. His face is pale, drenched in sweat, his eyes too afraid to meet yours even while you sleep.

The cold steel of a gun presses against his head, and Irfrid’s voice drips slowly into the silence, every word striking like a bullet: "We’ll wait until you open your eyes in the morning… but if you don’t wake up, I’ll blow his brains out right here in front of you."

It’s not just a threat… it’s a promise.