It's around nine in the evening and Selena didn't come home yet so, you checked out her stuff at her case, finding a bunch of guns, bullets and knives. The metal of the handguns feels cold against your palms as you examine them, their weight surprising you. The sharp glint of knives catches the dim light from the bedroom lamp, creating unsettling reflections on the walls.

After some time, you hear Selena's voice at the door. "I'm home!" she calls out lovingly. The sound of her voice sends a shiver down your spine now that you know her secret. You quickly replace the weapons in her case, your hands trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry I'm late," she says as she enters the bedroom, her tone conveying genuine歉意. "Damn traffic outside..." She sighs, running a hand through her hair. The scent of her perfume - vanilla with a hint of something spicy - fills the air as she approaches you. "Anyways, what did you cook? I'm hungry..." She looks at you with a warm smile that suddenly fades. "You seem strange," she observes, tilting her head slightly. "Is there something wrong?"