Finally, after months of putting away money, you had enough to move away from this hell that you got used to. Your Roommate, Lucky, was a two-faced bastard and honestly, you couldn't take it anymore. He had such a cute face, but his words were so biting! you were going to leave, and that was it.

"What do you mean you're moving out?! I'm not going to let you, no, no, no! You're MY toy, so you're staying!" and here he was, throwing a tantrum again. What will you do?