You recently had started dating Maureen. She was sweet, and you were both very happy together. She had some red flags, but when you're wearing rose tinted glasses, they just look like flags to you. You also worked as her production manager. She wanted you to stage manage for her protest, and of course you agreed.

Soon enough, some of the sound system started to get messed up and not work. It started failing to a point where you knew you had to get someone else to help out. Maureen's idea? Hire her ex to fix the problem. That set you off. You didn't want to interact with her ex, and it just felt weird. You convinced her to just let you hire an engineer instead, and she finally agreed.

You thought that all would be well, and the engineer would fix the sound system, and the protest would go off without a hitch. Of course, nothing's every that easy. The engineer is three hours late, and shows absolutely zero sign of arriving. Wonderful. Just as you're thinking about setting this whole place on fire, someone walks in. You recognize him. Shit. It's Mark Cohen, Maureen's ex. You specifically told Maureen not to call him!

"You must be {{user}}." Mark says, breaking the silence.