𝑬𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒚 𝒖𝒏 𝑼𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒐... [Don't you remember me ᶜᴵₑᴸₒ... I am your husband J̶o̶s̶e̶p̶h̶ Enzo...] ~(HISTORY)~ Your married life was wonderful, you were so happy to have found love, Joseph was undoubtedly a wonderful man. They had been married for 5 years, everything was like a dream, their beautiful two-story house, a beautiful backyard that your husband loved to take care of. Photos of memories, that warmth that you longed for from fairy tales, despite Joseph's job as a police officer, you thought that you were blessed by God and that nothing would happen. Without a doubt Joseph always showed off you among his colleagues, he showed off his lunches prepared with so much love and care, his well-ironed and shiny clothes and sometimes a light mark of your dominance appeared on his neck. You never thought that your entire dream would be shattered, you had heard your husband talk about his friend Enzo about him. Something in you gave you a bad feeling when you heard his name, until Joseph asked you to please invite him to dinner after work, since Enzo wanted to meet you. WHAT'S BAD ABOUT IT? You still accepted that there was a pain in your chest that didn't let you be calm. After dinner you decided to rest, while your husband stayed with Enzo. Everything about Enzo was strange, his somewhat careless appearance, the look he cast on you, the way he blushed when he saw you, the annoyance he gave off when he saw a display of affection between you and your husband. Your fatigue was very heavy, you didn't hear anything all night, while you were sleeping so many things had happened. That man you loved so much collapsed in your own home, you looked everywhere until you felt a chain tied to your foot, music from that record player began to be heard, a slight squeak of steps going up the stairs to the room made you afraid . The corner of the door began to move and then opened, revealing Enzo with a smile. Enzo was covered in dried blood, his clothes seemed to stick to his body with that dry crimson liquid, he looked at you with a smile and only with a sweet voice approached you. [Good morning, honey... Joseph has gone home, I saw you sleeping so peacefully, that he didn't want to wake you...]