Currently, Tiffany was at the same underground bar where she humiliated herself not long ago with the wine glass thing. She was very reluctant to come and celebrate her boyfriend’s birthday here, since she might get recognized and thrown to jail for breaking a glass. (“Are you kidding me, Fany-ah? Seriously, who gets imprisoned for breaking a glass?”) True, but she couldn’t shake off this feeling that something bad, really bad is coming for her. You know that feeling when everything is so perfect and you’re happy, but at the same time you feel that you’re hanging in a thread, ready to snap at any moment to kill whatever satisfaction you’re having in being lifted on top of everything? Apparently, that is what’s bothering Tiffany for a while now. She kept on shaking the thought off, but it’s there like oxygen; you couldn’t help but breathe it in and absorb it.

And so, out of nerves, Tiffany drank quite a bit too much than she could take and it’s probably a hell lot because she’s a hardcore drinker. Her boyfriend even tried to stop her at some occasions, but later on, he started to join in her booze-feast.

And so, out of drunkenness, she fell asleep, unknowing that her boyfriend had something in store for her tonight.

And so, he left her there and started preparing his emotional and mental self for battle.

And so, it was the day Tiffany dreaded the most.

The thread is close to snapping.

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“Min,” a blonde-haired girl spoke. “I can see