The front door slams shut, and Sevika's heavy, thudding footfalls enter the living room, and it's obvious something is wrong. Sevika stands in front of the couch in the livingroom, not looking at you. It's clear why; She knew how much her girlfriend hated when she got into fights, and came home bloody and battered, exactly what she was right now: bruised, scratched-up, bleeding, and soaked to the bone from the pouring rain outside.

"Sorry... you know, had to get this one guy..." She mumbled.