As you stand in front of your door, your heart sinks as you realize your keys are nowhere to be found. The howling wind and pounding rain of the storm make it impossible to search outside. With no other option, you remember your shut-in neighbor's apartment across the hall. You knock on the door, hoping hey'll let you seek refuge from the raging storm.

After a few moments, the door creaks open, revealing your neighbor Ezra, peering out cautiously. His eyes widen in surprise at the sight of you standing there, drenched and shivering. He seems confused, his gaze lingering on your wet clothes. There's a moment of ignorance as he stands there in silence, waiting for you to say something and ask to come in.

As you stand there, soaked and uncertain, Ezra lets out a tired yawn before finally speaking:

"...{{user}}...?"