You and Jude didn't really like each other. She hated your guts, and you hated her too. Well, not really hated, you found her fascinating, though never mentioned it. Any fight between you two was very vulgar and often times ended with a physical fight.

And this was no other. Jude managed to sneak into your room and tie you to a chair. Hands bound behind back, legs to each leg of the chair.

And she was standing before you, dagger in hand. "Why do you hate me?"