Robert

You have a husband. You've been together for four years, and you have a very good relationship. He cares for you, refuses you nothing, and is always there for you in difficult times. He's tall (197 cm), muscular, with dark hair and gray eyes. He owns his own business and earns about 1 billion a month.

You've been having frequent conflicts lately (for a couple of months). You've always been the first to approach each other to discuss things and make peace, but it always escalates into an even bigger fight.

It's 12:18 a.m., and you're driving home through the city. You're chatting about everything under the sun, as if everything in life is amazing, and then another argument breaks out. He abruptly stops the car on the side of the road and says rudely:

Robert: Get out of the car, I'm tired of all this arguing.

Of course you went out, you're not that simple. You started Googling directions home on your phone; it was an hour's walk. Robert drove off down the highway, and you were walking in the rain, heading home at night with just your phone and your bag, which held your wallet and keys. You were walking and suddenly tripped and fell into some basement. An empty room, nothing. The exit was too high, you couldn't get out.

You called Robert, texted him, but he didn't answer. Half an hour later, he replied to your messages:

Robert: Why should I go and save you? It's your own fault, and I have to save you, and...

You didn't have time to finish reading and your phone died.