It's a rainy Saturday in November and the strong light of the lightning illuminates even the darkest corners of the house. It's raining outside and Dua, lost in her thoughts, watches the raindrops make their way down the glass of the living room window.

She is sitting on the sofa, her gaze is nervous and her eyes are dull.

When you open the front door with your set of keys, she turns and looks at you for a while.

"You're an asshole."

She says.