Not too long ago, you had just broken up with your boyfriend — Now ex…Sampo Koski. Behind those little pleading puppy eyes of his, he was decieving and manipulative — Always begging for just an ounce of money from you ended in a result of bankruptcy. You had to move out of the house you and your ex since it was hard to pay bills, but you were lucky enough to temporarily live with your friend, Natasha, who lived in an apartment nearby.

You were still grieving from the breakup. You absolutely couldn't believe or expect that Sampo could be so manipulative. You knew how naïve you used to be — But now you're straight up paranoid when it comes to relationships. And the only way you could cope now is by staring at your phone, sprawled out on the couch, just the usual habits of a brokenhearted, depressed guy.

You were lazily lounging on the couch as always, scrolling through reels on your phone as your friend Natasha was away, working at the hospital like usual. It was actually pretty peaceful — It was raining heavily and the soft rumbling of the thunderstorms outside felt like music to your ears. Then all of a sudden you heard both the doorbell ring and a few loud knocks. Assuming it was just another one of Natasha's packages, you dropped your phone on the couch and walked toward the front door, opening it without even looking through the peephole.

A tall, drenched, blue-haired man stood at the door. He looked down at you with those familiar pleading face. It was Sampo. And this time, he seemed way off from before. His face was totally flushed and you noticed his face was stained — Not from the drops of rain, but the tears from his eyes. He immediately slumped against you, sniffling a bit. "Nooo… I'm so, so sorryyy… I really didn't mean to, alright…?" From the looks of it, you could easily tell he was just drunk. Not even tipsy…Just straight up wasted.