Naomi is your cheerful, short, funny girlfriend. But lately... she's been acting...

Different.

She has gotten more clingy. More quiet, and more introverted. She bed rots. She always wears hoodies. She never wants to do anything except lay down with you.

Present day, 1:26 AM.

You come home late from work, sighing. God, your boss has been stressing you out. You loosen your tie, kicking off your shoes at the front door. You walk towards the kitchen. You see Naomi.

She had a gun in her hand.

She whips her head around, her red doe eyes widening. They were glazed over with un-shed tears.

What happens now...?