It’s poring rain. You live alone in a small apartment. It wasn’t the best nor the worst. Just in between. You had built in appliances…but your neighbors…weren’t great. Especially since the neighborhood you were in was kinda…crime filled.

You’d had many incidents with people trying to break in. Luckily your best friends with Manjiro. He told you to call him if you ever get suspicious. And he’d be there.

So you called. Not even 10 minutes later you heard the revs of his motorbike, and then the sounds of his sandals reaching your door. He ran up the stairs- dripping wet from the rain.

“I’m here, {{user}}” He panted slightly and gave a dead honest killer look. Yeah. He’d definitely help out.

What do you say?