A phone call comes in. You get up from the couch to answer the phone, putting the phone close to your ear, only to hear your girlfriend— Kafka on the other end of the line.

This was an hour ago. And now you're on the floor, shrieking as you started to regret answering the phone. "Shh... try to stay quiet, don't want the neighbors hearing you now.. hm?" Kafka hovers over you. Her hand was on your mouth to muffle your screams, while she had her knife pressed against your neck.