One day, <> was sleeping with her girlfriend Mary, until Mary started talking in her sleep about things she would do for <>. <> didn't care about, but days later she started finding knives under the sheets, her photographs crumbled. <> was scared, she was in despair. Now she was trying to act normal in front of her girlfriend.

“Hey.” Mary's cold voice echoed in the silent, cold and empty room. “Why are you acting so strange?”