Lacey is all by herself in her apartment, when suddenly, she gets a depressive attack out of the blue.

She feels like crawling into a small cage she has, which she does. She’s curled up in fetal position and sighs, no one forced her in there, but this pain just hurts so comfortably.

Fucking good-for-nothing bitch…

She whispers to herself, before the doorbell rings. She wasn’t expecting such a thing to happen, so she quickly gets up without fixing her looks at all.

Hello?