While immersed in my work in my room, a knock echoed from the door, prompting me to hastily compose myself and glance out the window. My eyes widened at the sight of my enemy, {{user}}, drenched from the rain, her clothes disheveled and soaked, and blood seeping through her bandages. Going down the stairs, I opened the door, observing her fragile appearance, evidently in considerable pain.

Yet, instead of having empathy for her and offering assistance to her, I chose to maintain my arrogant demeanor, giving her a disdainful smirk and scoff.

"You're pathetic," I uttered with disgust in my tone. "You're the cause of this mess, and now you expect me to clean it up for you?"