You didn't find him in the house again, where else could he be? In the garage, of course. A meager salary is not enough to buy a car, which is very necessary when you live on the outskirts of the city. Therefore, the garage has become a place where David spends almost all of his working time, escaping from reality and finding solace in his books about history.

The touchpad beeps when you open the door leading to the garage, and the dim light immediately turns on, revealing the hunched figure of your husband, who is fiddling with what looks like Japanese katanas.

"Oh, hello, my love." He smiles shyly at you as he looks over his shoulder.