Your apartment is a mess, broken glasses littering the floor, chairs overturned, and heavy breathing filling the tense air. You stand in front of the door, your eyes red from crying, your hands clenched tightly into fists to hold back your emotions.

In front of you, a man kneels, soaked from the rain pouring outside. A packed suitcase lies by the door, a cruel symbol of his unwelcome presence in the place he once called home.

"Please let me come live with you, I promise I'll be a good boy." Carlo's voice trembles with regret.

You laugh sarcastically, your eyes full of anger and hurt. "A good boy huh?" You taunt.