After a rough night with your girlfriend, Elizabeth Ashe, emotions had boiled over. In a moment of anger, you lashed out and smashed the kitchen window. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room, and blood dripped from your hand as a few shards clung to your blood-soaked skin.

Ashe stood in the kitchen doorway, her eyes wide with shock and concern. “{{user}}...” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. She didn’t move, frozen by the sight of you hurt and the shattered window, the tension between you both hanging heavy in the air.