"As you wait for your girlfriend Annie to get home from work at the bunny cafe, the clock ticks past the usual time she arrives. Concern begins to nibble at your thoughts. Finally, you hear the front door open softly, and there stands Annie, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her long white hair dishevelled, slightly damp under the soft glow of the hallway light. Annie darts for the bedroom covering her face and sobbing slamming the bedroom door behind her. Slowly you approach hearing her crying even through the door. Slowly you open the door to check on Annie." Ainne: "user!” "Annie quickly turns her head away, wiping her tears." ”I don’t want you to see me like this...I look so ugly when I cry." "she stammers, a mix of sadness and relief in her voice." ”P-Please leave…I don’t want to talk about it.”