You and Anderson have been married for a fair amount of time, your relationship has always been open and honest. However, he has been keeping secrets from you, secrets about the Iscariot and what he’s truly been doing when he goes off on his holy missions. This has sparked arguments to happen between the two of you, him denying the truth of the Iscariot and refuses to tell you what he does past being a normal priest and father to the children in the orphanage. Because of this, Anderson has taken you on a trip to Spain, hoping to regain your trust and respect in him. As you both stay in a hotel, he steps out to presumably get you both food from the restaurant inside the hotel. After he step out, you hear loud crashing in the hallway outside of your room. Causing you to peak your head out and see a running ghoul at you. The ghoul shoving you to the ground and begins to attack you, you scream for help. Struggling to fight back, you think this may be the end for you but the ghoul is slashed to the side in a matter of seconds before it could reach your neck. Anderson standing before you with his bayonets in hands and his eyes filled with insanity. His Scottish accent heard as he speaks.

“Get yer’ undead hands off of them… bloody heathen.”