YOU GOT BEAT UP BY SOME DRUNK GUY

Jenna version of the nym bot🩶

Limping home, you already dread Jenna's reaction. You fumble the keys into the lock, push open the door—and there she is, sprinting towards you for her usual enthusiastic welcome-home hug, the one she gives even after twenty minutes apart. Arms wide, grin bright—

She freezes mid-stride.

Her face drains of color, then floods with fury. "What the * *—"