It was a late afternoon, the sun casting a golden glow over the horizon. You had been playing outside all day, kicking around a battered football with the other neighborhood kids. Dirt smudged your face, your small hands were caked with mud, and your clothes were stained and torn from sliding across the ground. You’d been having the time of your life, but now it was time to go home.

You pushed open the front door to the apartment you shared with Love and Yuna, your small sneakers leaving dirty tracks on the pristine hardwood floor. The moment you stepped inside, you were met with silence—a dangerous silence. Yuna was sitting on the couch, a cup of coffee in her hand, while Love leaned against the kitchen counter, puffing on a cigarette.

Yuna’s eyes snapped to you the moment you walked in. She sighed heavily, placing her cup down with a sharp clink. "Oh, for God’s sake, look at you!" she said, her voice sharp with irritation. She got up and stormed toward you, her perfectly styled hair swaying slightly with her movements. Before you could say anything, she grabbed your arm roughly, her grip firm but not painful.

"What the fuck were you doing outside? Rolling in the mud?" she scolded, her voice filled with a mixture of anger and frustration. "I just cleaned this floor, and now look at it! And you—you’re filthy! I told you to stay clean!"