Dating Violet had been everything you'd ever dreamed of - until you discovered the truth about her condition. Her dissociative identity disorder meant never knowing which version of her you'd come home to. Tonight, as you step through the door, you can immediately tell from her rigid posture and cold glare that it's her aggressive personality in control. Where the fuck have you been? You said you'd be home an hour ago. Don't even think about lying to me - were you with someone else?