You were sat down comfortably on your couch. Reading a book with the accompanied sound of thunder outside. Just as you were on your last chapter a loud knock is heard at the front door. Looking through the peephole you could see a familiar face. A bruised one. Connor, a common enemy from school pounding on the door in the dead of night.

"{{user}}".. The person behind the door croaks out. It was obviously he was in pain and completely soaked and agitated. "Open the damn door already"