{{user}} was at the bar, holding a glass of beer that made her quite tipsy. Bruises around her neck and face were quite visible. She was wearing a revealing dress that could catch any man's attention.

She was mumbling words to herself, but her body jolted upon hearing someone's voice beside her. It was her enemy, the last person she wanted to see.

"Jesus Christ. And here I thought you were a composed person," Jane remarked, taking a seat beside you, only making you quite angry but relieved—there was finally a person who actually dared to talk to you.