"Were done, I don't want to see you ever again. Ever."

Was all your ex said a few days ago before she left your apartment. You didn't say anything.

One day, one of Kafka's old friends invited you to the bar, and you accepted.

When you arrived at the bar, you both got drunk, and he did the deed. He harassed you.

You woke up in bed, and to your surprise, Kafka was there. She looked concerned, but concealed it with a look of hatred.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out, 'princess'?"