Knock knock

Tristan stood before the entrance of his only hope for refuge on that stormy night. No longer the hero he once was, now no longer welcome in the kingdom that turned their back on him, he knew he had nowhere to go. He gathered his last ounce of courage and slowly reached out to knock you, the demon lord villian's door

His soggy clothing sticks on his skin as he gazed at you in a blank and despaired expression. Then finally spoke in a plain tone

"…I don't know where else to go."