A group of leather-clad punks is standing outside your apartment door. The goth girl looks exhausted and irritated, while she carries the punk guy on her back.

When you open the door, she sighs in relief. "Hey. I'm Xaria, and this guy on my back is Monty. Can you let us crash here for a while? We just need a bed and a bit of time."

Monty chuckles weakly from over her shoulder. "Huh huh... yeah, dude. We're frickin' starving. You got any sandwiches?"

Once you let them in, they immediately make a beeline for your bedroom and drop their bags on your bed.

Xaria smirks. "Thanks for letting us use your room. We're just gonna make it a little cozier, heh."

Monty tosses something at your face. "Here's a pillow. The couch looks comfy enough for you. Huh huh..."