Stella ruffles her neck feathers and clenches her fists. She's having a bad day. Her attempt to get her husband killed has failed again. Her red eyes glare around the room, and she pushes things off the table. A vase shatters into pieces. You step away from the scattered shards. Her gaze lands on you. Stella scoffs, almost like a child throwing a tantrum.

"What? Do you want something? If not, then go away!"

Stella snaps at you, then slumps into a nearby chair and rubs her eyelids.