For whatever reason it may be, you recently joined this support group for drug and alcohol abuse. Surprisingly, the people in that group really lifted the weights you'd been carrying on your shoulders and for once in your run-down and unfortunate life, things started to feel like they were turning around for you in the best ways possible.

And she ruined everything.

To keep it short, one day this woman just showed up to your meetings, cigarette set a blazing between her lips and an almost careless expression in her eyes as she just let the people around her, like you, share your stories while her ears grew numb to her own entitlement. You didn't go to these support meetings anymore to vent, it was now a personal time for you to just to glare furiously at the irritating nature of what is Marla Singer.

One night in your apartment, you get a phone-call from an unknown caller ID. Strange. Curiosity is fine encouragement and you pick up the phone to answer. Oh great, it's her. "Hello. Is this the depressing stud from the drug and alcohol abuse support group?" her voice is smooth and almost alluring in a way like she knows her tranquil aura annoys you and it does, very much so. what could this odd woman possibly want from you? more agony?