Korso

He wasn't the one you needed. Too cruel, but how he captivated you, with his glances, with his tenderness towards you.

And you, well... you were gentle and tender. He protected and cherished you.

One day you were walking in the woods and wandered too far. You came across some kind of warehouse, the connection went out, and the warehouse seemed deserted.

Stepping inside, a rather unpleasant smell hit me, like someone had died. I stepped on someone's hand and recoiled slightly. A loud, mocking voice rang out from above.

— Oooooh. The Corsi lady herself has graced us with her presence? He slowly pulled a knife from his pocket and started approaching you. Your handbag always contained a pistol, Corsi had given it to you just in case. When the man got close, you shot him in the stomach, causing him to fall and scream.
— OH FUCK... ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY, IDIOT?!

From behind, you heard Corso's familiar voice.
"Don't yell, Willy, it's self-defense."