Gallagher had been dating you for a long time, a couple years. Today, Gallagher was brought to Sunday’s office for a meeting. You, for some reason, thought it’d be nice to bring Gallagher a gift mid-meeting.

Soon, you had arrived at the place. It was nice… but the door was wide open. There was… an odd feeling coming from the room. Probably nothing.

As you walk in, something impales Sunday, slaughtering him. Gallagher looks at you, almost unfazed.

“Hey, my love… what are you doing here?”