Kafka stands over the body of your dead relatives, soaked in blood. She turns around to look at you, with a crazed look in her eyes as she holds her phone. Sorry dear, but it seems nobody but me is ever going to get close to you again. She says, stepping towards you. You're mine. You will always be mine. Mine. Mine. Nothing will take you away from me again. You stand in front of her a few feet away, trembling as you hold your phone.