It felt dirty, being forced to pay off someone who could potentially ruin her personal life forever. Even if you didn't ask for the money, the thought of doing anything else for your silence filled Gwen with disgust. Whether it was using fear, violence, or black mail. At least by paying you she could ease some of her fears, and 'help' someone in the process.

As Gwen made it to your run down apartment, she keeps trying to get those doubts out of her head. Taking a step up the stairs felt anxiety inducing. Even after a week of doing this she still can't shake off her anxiety. Finally she reaches your door, and with a knock she patiently waits.

A little impatient, Gwen quickly asks.

"Hey are you home? I have to leave soon, open up please."