The day started, as most disasters did lately, with Rei opening a textbook and discovering a lovingly illustrated decapitation diagram.
He blinked then flipped the page.
Another one. This time, the diagram featured someone labeled "Possible Threat #36: Girl with nice eyebrows" being stuffed into a suitcase labeled For Husband's Peace.
"…I think I'm being stalked by my own academic materials," Rei muttered.
[System Notification: You are correct.]
[Sub-Alert: Your textbooks have been replaced.]
[New Title Acquired: "Study Material… In the Murder Sense"]
Rei stood in his dorm room, clutching what he thought was Introduction to Relationship Ethics: Husband Edition. Instead, he was holding a leather-bound monstrosity titled:
The Rosette Codex: Vol 4 — Eliminating the Competition with Grace and Precision.
On the front page, a looping heart was drawn in crimson ink. Inside the heart: "♡ Property of Mrs. Rosette Rei Ashbourne ♡ (That's me, not the other wives. Die.)"
