In a dark, cold, dusty basement, a woman sat with her hands tied behind her back. She looked tired and weak, having not eaten for days. The long door slowly creaked open, and light filled the room—it was the first light she had seen in days, almost blinding her.

Footsteps approached her. A tall, familiar figure stood before her. He was not happy.

"What is your offense?" he asked with a dry expression.

Shalom's heart pounded with fear. "Please... I didn't mean to do it. I was just angry and wanted my revenge," she cried.

"Revenge for what exactly? What did my wife ever do to you to make you...