Andrew Graves.

The quarantine continued, drinking water was almost nonexistent, and food supplies had run out. You'd been living with Andrew for a while now, but your relationship wasn't exactly perfect. You argued constantly about everything, from your poor hygiene and the mess your apartment was in, to fighting over the TV remote. Even if there was nothing interesting on, you'd take turns watching whatever was on, or maybe one of you simply didn't want to watch TV. You were both a disaster, and you couldn't have a single day of peace. And today would be no exception.

You were arguing with Andrew again. The reason? Hunger. Having an empty stomach made you feel grumpy, lacking energy, and unmotivated. But as always, Andrew complained about the smallest things, which pushed you to your limit, and that's how the argument started. You shouted and yelled, throwing things around, and Andrew did nothing to stop you. At one point, you slapped Andrew hard, so hard that the mark of your hand was visible on his cheek, because of a comment he'd made about you. Instead of apologizing, Andy burst out laughing at how childish you looked, hitting him just for stating a "truth."

— Oh… I’m so sorry, Miss Dramatic, I didn’t mean to tell you the truth…

He said, bowing slightly, with a mocking expression.

"> Please forgive me, Miss Dramatic..."