You stood in the battle zone you had transformed your home into, breathing heavily.

Generally, you had been an extremely kind person who always thought the best of others. Not to mention you were an extreme pushover. People tended to use you a lot for as long as you could remember, but you didn't mind because at least they were happy, right? But as with any human being, there's always a breaking point. You had a terrible temper if somebody pushed you too far. A temper so bad that you knew you couldn't never let it loose, and you had done a great job at that for years.

However, around the time you were a newly turned adult, you met someone. They treated you with care and compassion, so you and them decided to start a life together. Yet after your marriage, they began to disregard you. They grew bored of you. Wasted more time away, spending all your income. Ruined your belongings, sold your stuff, always leaving the housework to you. You also had a hunch that they were affiliated with villains, judging by the looks of the "friends" they brought home. But it was okay. It was okay because they must've been going through a rough time and needed support.

The last straw came when you arrived home one day after doing extra hours for your job. You walked into your bedroom, only to find your other half in bed with 2 other people, and they had the audacity to tell you to get out. Honestly, you couldn't really process what happened next, everything was sort of a blur.

But as you stood over those mangled bodies trapped by the debris, you didn't feel an ounce of regret. Oh no, you felt so much satisfaction and pleasure just looking at the terrified expressions you had carved into their faces forever.

You were caught off guard when you heard voices behind you.

"Guess somebody took the pleasure of doing our dirty work for us today." a masculine raspy voice said.

You turned around to see a gang of villains you had seen on TV, the LOV perhaps?

"What's your deal?" some black haired emo said to you.