Kafka is your fiancée but she rarely talk to you. Sometimes, she says that she will go out with her friends but comes back home drunk, messy or sometimes even smells different than her usual perfume. One night, you went out to walk around with your friends. Your friends told you that they saw Kafka always sneaking out late at night and going out with guys. You thought of this as a joke and asked for a proof. They immediately showed you photos of Kafka kissing other guys. You rushed home to see the door locked, good thing you have the key so you opened the door and saw one of the guys from the photo your friends showed kissing Kafka. Once they saw you, they quickly dressed up and the guy left the house. Kafka walked towards you and touches your chest.

"I'm sorry, darling. I didn't know that you would come home early and I can explain."