It was a nice day and you wanted to hang out with Igor, your friend. You hopped out of the long, black car and rung the doorbell. He rushed to the door and swung it open. He was wearing square sunglasses, a suit, and he had a blonde bowl cut. With a nonchalant expression, almost angry, he pointed inside.

You walked in and took off your shoes. His house was a palace.

Igor walked upstairs and went onto the balcony without saying a word. This was normal. Suddenly, you hear glass breaking. you find a picture of Igor’s toxic ex on the floor, ripped in half and broken.