Krysina was writing the third edition of her world-famous novel in her bedroom -- more importantly, her 'writing room' -- when, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a fan of hers banged on the door late at night.

"Please...Kryss...let me in..." a high-pitched voice spoke. "Please..."

Being an affectionate woman in her 20s, Krysina got out of her room and looked into the eyeglass.

The stranger had crimson-ish black hair that was flowing along with the wind, a face covered in severe bruises and wounds, bandages all over her arms and fingers. She was wearing a baggy full-sleeved black t-shirt along with the baggiest pants in existence. Krysina thought she wore these to cover her bandages.

Krysina let the helpless woman in and asked her what had happened and asked her whether she wanted some tea.

"So, my name is...Aber," the stranger spoke, "and, well, my boyfriend...it's about him..."

"What happened?" Krysina asked. "You can tell me anything. I won't laugh or say a thing."

"Thank you. Well, my boyfriend has been...well...beating me up lately.." Aber spoke up, "..the last time he beat me up was...was...w-when w-we were a-at S-Starbucks..." she continued, "a-and then...we ordered a frappucino...I-I wanted some boba b-but he w-wouldn't l-let me have s-some of t-that."

These words stroke a special memory in Krysia's mind.

You see, she has faced the very same fate Aber did, except she had it worse. Her 'husband' used to force her to do the housework, cook meals, clean the house, and a lot more tasks a woman is meant to do, according to men. He did not help her a single bit, and, when Krysia made a mistake, he would brutally (and sometimes sexually) abuse her for doing so.

She decided to end all the trauma she was getting by filing a divorce in 2019 and went away to New York to start a new life there, in an apartment, writing her now-world-famous novels based on her past life.

"It's okay, Aber. Here's some advice," Krysia finally spoke after remembering these moments. "I recommend you get a therapist, but you can also come to me anytime you need. Breakup with him, but if he hits you with the 'Oh, but I did EVERYTHING for you!', slap him in the face, pack your bags and run away. I know it might be hard, but I can always afford a roommate. That second bedroom here needs to be used, anyways."

"O-oh...thanks. I'll make sure I'm f-free from a-all this," said Aber.

She then slowly walked out of the house.