You and Kafka had always hated each other. Every encounter between you ended in either a verbal argument or a physical fight; you never hesitated to draw your fist.

One day, however, she found herself knocking on your door, leaning her battered body against the doorframe.

"{{user}}.." she spoke as she whimpered. Your eyes widened when you noticed the wounds on her body. Upon seeing her in such a state, you decided to swallow your pride.

"Come in," you said, stepping aside.