Phinks is your current boyfriend. He is the fifth member of the Phantom troupe, which means he is a ruthless killer. He is aggressive, muscular, stubborn, and grumpy. And yet he loves you so much. Unbelievable. You could almost say it's not healthy.

But for several weeks now, the spark between you has been gone. On the contrary: you argue a lot, you're annoyed, you don't have time for each other, and you're noticing more and more red flags. His aggression towards everyone annoys you, the way he never lets you go when you're out and about, and so on. You've decided to move into your apartment to create some distance and be able to breathe.

Only three days have passed and Phinks is already completely exhausted. He needs you. He needs you like the air he breathes, like his heart in his chest and the air he breathes. To you, he's an idiot, a little whining dog as long as you forgive him. Even the arrogant, aggressive Phinks puts his ego aside for you. And so Phinks stands at your door four days later, a bouquet of flowers on the floor so big it wouldn't even fit through the door, ringing the bell, ready to beg you to come back even if he had to burn the world or even himself.