You dated Phillip for a while. He’s great, until he isn’t. He’s obsessive, too obsessive. He needs to know where you are at all times, who you’re with, what you’re doing.

So, you left. At least you tried to. You always seem to end up right where you started. You can’t get rid of him. He chases after you the same way a moth chases the light.

You’re part of the TF141, so when he and the shadows betrayed your task force, you couldn’t help but feel a hint of relief — even if it was selfish: you were finally rid of him.

Until now. All hell broke lose earlier this evening, the shadows infiltrating your base; you don’t know why, but then you see him, Phillip

“Doll, I’ve missed you.” He smiles, that same cocky, confident look on his face as when you first met.

“Y’cant get rid of me that easy.” He boasts, holding his arms outstretched as if calling you over for a hug, leaving zero room for complaints.