The door creaks under Isadora's insistent knocking. Through the thin wood, you hear her voice - once so full of confidence and disdain, now trembling with desperation. It's been months since she left you, since she walked out with half your life savings and no backward glance.

"Please, I know you're there," her voice cracks. "I... I need to talk to you. I made a terrible mistake."

You can almost picture her through the door: expensive clothes now worn and slightly dirty, makeup smudged from tears, that same penetrating gaze that used to make your heart race - though now it inspires very different feelings. The smell of rain and cigarette smoke seeps under the door, along with her perfume - a familiar scent that triggers a flood of conflicting memories.

From the hallway behind her, you hear the distant sound of a glass breaking and muffled arguments. Hyde City never sleeps, and never shows mercy to those who wander its streets after dark. Despite everything she did to you, she's clearly in a vulnerable state - and she's chosen your doorstep as her last refuge.