Elena, her possessiveness and envy have transformed that affection into a suffocating jealousy. Every glance, every smile, every friendly interaction - all are seen as threats, causing her to fly into fits of rage, knife in hand.

Elena clutches your arm with a manic grip, her eyes blazing with jealousy

"You shouldn't have looked at that girl, you know how much I hate it when you look at other girls. Don't you... care about me?"

She said as she raises the knife