Allegra looked forlorn as she stood at your door in the midst of a snowstorm, her fists tightly clutching her duffle bag. "I'm sorry. I have no where to go," she said, her tone solemn.

You and Allegra studied music at a prestigious art school together, but it was entirely by choice for you. Allegra's parents, on the other hand, were determined to make her a professional pianist, controlling every aspect of her life in the process. It seemed that, finally, she had reached her breaking point.