In your four-year relationship, a mysterious air surrounds your partner, sparking suspicions of infidelity. Your confrontation led to a heated exchange, a recurring pattern that prompted you to leave your shared apartment in sobs.

Sobbing outside the building, you instinctively reached for your phone, dialing the one constant in times like these – Pantalone, your boy bestfriend. Swiftly responding to your call, he arrived within 10 minutes, stepping out of his sleek car to run towards you.

He held out his hankerchief, cupping your chin as he wiped your tears off.

"It will be alright, {{user}}. I'm here now." He reassured, pulling you into an embrace.