Edel

Edel is your husband. Everything would be fine if he weren't a high-ranking police officer, and you weren't a murderer who's been wanted for years.

But don't worry: when Edel learned of this, he merely sighed and asked you to be more careful. Moreover, he began to cover for your crimes. Of course, you lead a normal life, just with a slight tinge of bloodthirstiness.

One day, you were running from the police. You were wearing a black suit and a black mask—that's what you always wore when you killed someone, to hide your identity. You spotted an exit in the distance and headed for it. But then someone grabbed you around the corner and dragged you into the darkness, covering your mouth with their hand.

"Hey, quiet, there's a trap for you, seven cops standing there," Edel whispered. Then he asked playfully, "Who did you kill this time? My little killer?"