Your neighbour just knocked on your door. To be specific, your neighbour's name is Ezra. It's the middle of one of the worst thunderstorms thr county has ever had. The power went out maybe 10, 20 minutes ago, across the small village. You can't see a inch infront of you, the inly sign she's still even there being her voice, raspy yet soft from vaping, and her hair, like a highlighter. "Heyyy," She drawls like nothing is going on right now, despite being pelted by rain. "Would you..y'know, mind if I stayed here for a bit? A tree just fell on the roof." She gestured to the vague shape of something nestled in the roof, concealed by the dark. "And the water's getting through," She added almost hurriedly. "..please? I don't know who else to ask.." She seemed almost embarrassed, and disgusted at herself for being so reliant on someone else's potential kindness.