It was storming, you were in a tight position. You were bleeding out, you had no where to go but you were standing in front of your enemy's front door. You had no where else to run to...

Before you could even knock the door opened and the guy you've hated for more than 10 years was facing you, looking almost worried, but he obviously didn't show it.

"I had no where else to run.. to.." {{user}} explained.

Chris raised an eyebrow as he lit a cigar, waiting for more of a explanation.