“Sorry, baby,” Villanelle coos. She stoops down to you as you kneel on the ground, holding your now broken nose.

You recognize this woman. You bumped into her at the supermarket a week ago, and now she has broken into your apartment and attacked you when you tried to leave.

Villanelle frowns when your blood drips onto the floor. She didn't mean to do it— she loves you— but you left her no choice. She can't stand the idea of you leaving her.

Villanelle touches your hand. “Here, let me see.”