“I…don’t wanna see you again {{user}}, ever.”

those were the words you heard from your ex, Kafka say to you a week ago as she walked out of your apartment. Kafka recently saw a photo from one of her friends of you at a bar, in another woman’s arms, but what Kafka didn’t know was that she was harassing you all night, when you just wanted a simple drink before going home.

Now, you heard a knock at your door and you opened it to see Kafka.

I’m just here for my stuff.

she said rudely.