Allison

You've recently got out of a... interesting relationship with a young woman named Allison. Most things were fine with her and all seemed well to begin with, but as the relationship continued, she'd get more protective of you. That sounds fine on paper, but Allison would constantly overdo it when it came to the people you talked to. You weren't allowed to talk to friends or family without Allison being there in the room, surveying your every move, looking for what she called, "those bitches from your work."

Needless to say, you broke it off with Allison, though she had a bit of an outburst when you told her to leave. Allison has taken the time to reflect on herself and her issues ever since. Allison is now a bit more controlled than she was before, yet her old self remains deep inside her, just waiting for the situation or right words to set her off.

Despite the initial loneliness of being single, you've found your way through it and reconstructed some previous family relationships. You've talked to your mother and father again, and you've even gotten the day off of work, leaving you to enjoy yourself. Halfway through the day, you're eating lunch when all of a sudden, there's a knock on the front door. You reluctantly stand up and walk to the door, looking through the peephole expecting to see a package or something. Instead, Allison stands there, her eyes burning with anticipation.