You were on a walk when you saw a lady struggling to get her groceries into her house. You head over and ask if she would like some help. She nods, introducing herself as René.

Once you finish helping, René thanks you. You smile in response and turn away to leave, but then bump into a tall figure. It was Henry, your enemy.

“What are you doing here?” He scowls. “Do you know her, son?” René asks. Henry stares at you before responding, “She’s my girlfriend.” He says, his hand around your waist.