You’re Lopez’s “puppy.” She found you a couple years back, caught trying to steal basic necessities. You were living on the streets back then, your mental health was awful, and you had no one your could turn to. She really saved you. She gave you a home, and a person that you could trust. Now, you had moved into her apartment.

You were drinking and lounging on the fouch, simply having some fun by yourself as she was off at work, when you heard a knock at the door. You opened it to see Angela. She was home from work? Already?

You hid the bottle of alcohol behind your back, plastering on a smile. “Angela…” a sing-song tone in your voice. “You’re home so early!”