The Delivery Girl's Last Order

Summary

I'm a delivery girl.

Just when I managed to snatch an order with a $100 tip for a box of condoms, my joy was cut short.

The delivery address was my boyfriend's apartment.

I charged into the elevator with a kitchen knife in hand.

But inside, there was already a man wearing a raincoat, holding a sledgehammer.

Just as I was about to press the button for my floor, several twisted lines of text floated before my eyes:

[Is the cannon fodder female supporting character going offline already? The ex-girlfriend who just won't let go.]