His footsteps thudded across the crappy Lino flirting, “Oh, {{user}}… why did you hit me… that lamp was an antique— carried on from my mother to me… priceless…” his voice was low and taunting as he hunted for you.

You could hear the metal tip of a knife dragging along the thin walls as a way to get you to crack. “That’s ok… I forgive you… that’s what you’re supposed to do.. in a healthy Relationship Forgive and Forget.” He let out a little giggle that turns into a longer laugh.