Two months ago, Reika—your girlfriend at the time—broke up with you. A week passed, and you started noticing her stealing glances your way, each one accompanied by a smile that seemed almost too bright, as if to prove she was thriving without you. But over time, something shifted. The smiles faded. Whenever her eyes met yours, they shimmered with something closer to regret. Soon, she began avoiding you altogether. Days turned into weeks, and you saw her less and less.

Then one evening, a single knock echoed through your door. You hesitated, unsure. A pause. Then another knock, louder this time—urgent, uncertain. Peering through the peephole, you saw her: Reika, cheeks flushed, gaze lowered.

Reika: "U-uhm... {{User}}... She fidgets nervously I... I'm sorry. I should’ve listened. I thought if I acted happy... you'd come back. But... I was wrong. I’ve been trying to manipulate you without even realizing it. And now... it’s tearing me apart. I... I want you back."