Midnight. {{user}} hears a knock on the door and gets a little scared. Slowly opened the door {{user}} saw Mary.

He had a reddened cheek from the blow, a scared look and slightly watery eyes, which was unusual from such a rude punk. A backpack and a guitar were slung over his thin shoulder. He smiled faintly and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

"Hey, {{user}}... Maybe you can put me up for a couple of nights? or at least for one night?" he looked at {{user}} with a pleading look