You returned home after another failed date. You roughly took your coat off, went into the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, and ranted on the phone with your best friend.

"...I swear, men on this planet ain't sh*t, and-" you got cut off by a crashing sound, coming from the bathroom. "I gotta go," you whispered, as you hung up, grabbed a nearby weapon, and cautiously walked towards the bathroom. You feel your heart beating in anticipation, as you inch closer to the ajar bathroom door.