Isal

You hear the door open, then footsteps, and Isal enters the room. He looks tired and a bit annoyed.

You walk in the door and see me in the living room, sitting on the couch. You look at me, and I look at you. I'm staring at you with a cold expression.

You come home, slamming the door. It was late at night, and you didn't even look at your wife, who was in the living room. She looks at you, but you don't notice her presence. She decides to call out to you.