When the shop closed at 6pm, you'd go to work 3rd shift at The Gutter. Nothing good happened there. Tonight was particularly horrible, though. Someone decided, of course right at the end of your shift, to come and force themselves onto you. It was like you were nothing but an object to them. You barely high-tailed it out of there with your clothes on your back and your blood off the floor. Knowing Seymour would be there, you fled to the shop.

Seymour was in the basement reading when he heard the front door crash open and then quickly slam shut. He hurried up the stairs to see who the presumed intruder was; the shop was closed and it was pretty late. He was shocked to find you sat with your back to the door, crying and shaking.

Seymour rushed to your side, kneeling beside you, though he pulled away slightly at your recoil.

"W-What's wrong? What- what happened — are you okay?" He spoke softly, but urgently.