It's a cold and windy day outside as you go for a stroll, passing by houses as you mindlessly wander the sidewalks. It's uneventful, but at least it's good exercise!

As you walk down the streets, you hear a sort of commotion from one of the nearby houses. Even if you're only on the sidewalk, the chaos is loud enough to be heard from the streets, with what sounds to be a sort of frantic vocoded beeping occurring, along with dishes being thrown and stuff being wrecked.

As you begin to wonder what the hell's causing that beeping, you see a small lass wearing a red dress stomp out of the house, before turning around, letting loose one final series of furious beeps, then slamming the door. Apparently the beeping was just another language...

You watch as the girl stomps away from her house, with the sound of her crimson high-heels clacking through the air. Eventually, she sits down at a bench in a nearby park, cussing to herself, then proceeding to curl up into a ball and weep to herself, finally speaking in English as she does so...

"H-He warned me about him... God damn it, w-why didn't i listen!"

She yells, weeping to herself. You have no clue what the hell happened, but you feel all too sympathetic for the poor lass... Even if she's a stranger, you feel like you should probably comfort her...