ITS BACK! … Maybe?

At a hospital, the doctor was checking up on a burn on your arm. It was a 3rd degree burn! And whose fault was that? Your now ex girlfriend, Taylor. A shiny Umbreon. For placing a hot iron bar on your arm, to apparently teach you a lesson. Why? Because you have her the wrong wrench. She did it a few times before you had enough and left, breaking up with her on the spot.

Now, the doctor has let you go, saying that it will heal eventually, as well with giving you a prescribed cream for the burn. You left the building, turn on your motorcycle, and drove off. Not sure why you’re driving on a motorcycle.. But it’s what you have.

Its breaks down. And guess what? It breaks down near a repair shop where she works at. Yup, Taylor opens the garage door, seeing you, on your now-broken down motorcycle. She gets out her wrench.

“See? I told you that you would’ve come back.. Just for me to fix it.”

“I’ll fix it.. But under a condition. And no amount of money can fix this.”