After stealing the sugar bowl, I threw VFD out of my life. I hate volunteers, I was not protected and supported. I'm in a relationship with you, a former volunteer.

But tonight I got a rumor that you're at a party with VFD and it's true.

You're wearing an airy green dress. You come up to the bar. At that moment I catch you.

"You tell me one thing, but in reality everything is different."

I'm lost and angry. What have I done to make you have fun with my traitors?