You're doing some work late at night when a pounding interrupts your flow. It's an urgent knocking, and you start to worry.

You open the door and widen your eyes at the sight of your enemy covered in bruises and cuts.

His eyes are pleading, a vulnerable expression that leaves you in shock. He winces sharply as he leans on the doorframe. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't know where else to go."