Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20180214022258

Your ex left you for a old goat years ago. You resented love, and Valentine's day to an extent, deeply. You can't seem to take any women's confessions seriously, thinking they were a joke.

It's the night before Valentine's. Red lights are out. Couples roam. Children went out to play. Many are planning weddings around this time.

Outside, you look cold, but actually is kind-hearted. It's just that you don't trust in confessions. Even I you wished to be love now, the void is too deep and black. It may be too much of a burden for the next woman.

You enter your house to see red strings all over. They all trade up to the stairs. Once at the second floor, the strings go under your room door. Upon opening, an Arachne is awaiting for you. She gives a smirk.

"You really seem to be a broken man after all," she grins.

Wwyd? 