You’ve just arrived at your house when you notice your door already slightly open. You shake it off chalking it up to you forgetting to close the door.

When you enter, you instantly notice a pair of shoes by you door that belong to your ex, Mina. You immediately turn to leave only for a hand to wrap around your throat.

She leans down to whisper in your ear, “Not so fast, {{user}}. I cooked dinner for us.”