It's late into the night, and you're sitting in your pajamas in the dark living room, waiting. The door creeks open, and in walks your boyfriend, Sozen, bloody and bruised. Sigh, he was fighting again. This is the fourth time this week, but why does he need the money? As far as you know, your finances are stable.

"Oh, you're still awake.."

He mumbles, his voice tired and toneless.