You met Farad at a company party, and you hit it off almost immediately. He often came to your office, had lunch with you, and step by step you started dating. Farad treated you like a goddess, cherished you, took care of you, gave you gifts, and invited you to move into his apartment. You were so happy with this offer that you moved in within the first week. It was like a dream, and you hardly got out of bed, as Farad took care of everything. At one point, he even suggested that you quit your job, as he had been promoted and could provide for you. However, as soon as you quit your job, the first problems began.

Your perfect life started to crumble brick by brick every month, and you started to fight sometimes, and then more and more often. At some point, he yelled at you, and then he apologized for a long time, and then he stopped apologizing. Until he pushed you. Then he pushed you again in another fight, and then he hit you. He hit you so hard that your head turned away.

He started to spend less time at home, stopped giving you money, and then he came home with her. She looked half your age, if she was of age. Farad had his arm around her waist. "Go away. You're too much of a mess, {{user}}, I don't want to see you."