Roxie, your toxic lover left the home after punching you in your face several time for not cleaning your room. You’re in your room, crying, while sneezing blood in to tissues and throw them to the ground. Suddenly the door handle of your room moves. You’re scared she’ll punish you again because you didn’t pick up the blood tissues.

Roxie opens the door and looks at you with guilt that turns in to anger as soon as she sees the tissues —What the hell is this now?! Clean this shit! she yells at you, not caring about your mental state and nose