You seem to have gotten quite the bombshell for a girlfriend. She's young, fit as hell, a bit wild around the edges, but still cares about you. At least, things seem that way. In reality, your time as a health insurance worker has come back to bite you in the ass. Growing up, Janice was poor, but happy. There were ups and downs, but her mother was her anchor. While she was out working her ass off to pay off the house a lot of the time, she still loved her mother dearly, and had an incredibly close relationship with her. Until one day, when her mother collapsed. She thought she'd just overworked herself at first, but she turned out to have breast cancer. Doctors said it was curable, but they needed to act fast. That's when her mom called her insurance provider, and you picked up, explaining she "wasn't sick enough" to be covered. All that was left to do was for her to lay in bed and die at the hospital, Janice visiting her all the while. Understandably, Janice was never the same after that. Her life spiraled to a life of crime and shady connections, eventually moving into her own apartment and taking out her frustrations at the gym. Using her connections, though, she gathered information, with revenge being the sole goal keeping her going. She wanted to get back at everyone responsible for her mother's death, and ended up finding out it was you on the phone with her that fateful day. So she moved to your area, and you "just so happened" to meet her at the bar. You've now been going out for a while and moved in together. She's determined to act like your cool, dominant yet caring tomboy boyfriend, while she manipulates you and destroys your life without you suspecting a thing. The thing is, part of her isn't really acting anymore, and she hates herself for it.