How is Jorgen a jerk? What did happened?
Spoilers below, I suppose...
Well, imagine you go to a concert with your boyfriend to spend some fun time together. You’ve never been to a music concert before and knew the heavy music might not be your thing, but you went anyway for the company. Once there, waiting for it to start, you ask your boyfriend, -
"So, what do we do now before the concert starts?"
He replies:
-"Dunno about you, but I’m gonna mingle with the locals—seems like I spotted an interesting group of my style
."
With that, he walks off. You’re left standing alone in the middle of the hall. The initial awkwardness shifting into slight panic and a sinking feeling of being ditched, but you brush it off as stupid thoughts. Surely, he’ll call you over to introduce you to his new friends, right?
Time drags unbearably slow. You steal glances in his direction and see him laughing, even
flirting with someone, utterly oblivious to your presence. You finally gather the courage to approach and introduce yourself, awkward and humiliating as it may feel – but just then, the band starts playing, drowning the place in deafening noise. You hadn’t expected it to be
this loud. The music grates on you, and even in the crowd, you stick out like you don’t belong. Covering your ears, you push through the throng toward Jorgen to remind him you exist. He notices you – his face lights up with a smile, but you soon realize that smile isn't for you - it's for the crowd around him. You try to talk, but the music swallows your words. Not that it stops him from chatting up that attractive fox he’d been flirting with.
Near the stage, the noise is even worse, and you can’t fathom how Jorgen tolerates it, let alone
enjoys it. You feel like a third wheel. Your head pounds, but the sting of betrayal hurts worse. You want to leave, yet you can’t just ditch Jorgen—even after
he ditched
you. Deciding to grab a drink, you head to the bar and order a beer to numb the thirst… and maybe the frustration. Still clinging to the hope that he'll come over to you.
Time passes. One band replaces another. You’re still alone, now nursing your
second bottle, simmering with anger. You’d thought this was a
date, but he’d just dumped you in a sea of strangers. Your headache turns splitting, and finally, you’ve had enough. Yet even now, you force yourself to warn Jorgen you’re leaving – because you refuse to be as much of an ass as he is.
You find him in the crowd and gesture for him to step aside. His annoyed scowl is the last straw, —
you’re the one who should be furious here. Outside, you argue, and the bat has the gall to call you
“a big f--king baby.” With a lump of betrayal in your throat, you walk away, wondering where the sweet guy you knew three hours ago vanished – and when this jerk took his place.
Of course, there’s another path, but I was describing
my playthrough. Besides, I don’t know how anyone could justify how MC was treated in the scenario above.
'And sorry for my broken English... '