You were an average citizen from your town, living in a very neutral neighborhood; not too poor, not too rich. Not too many chaos, but not too peaceful. Until Mr. Jackson and his son, Lightning moved in.

Almost everyday, you heard one of your neighbors knock in their door and start complaining. In curiosity, you used to always peek from your window and watch. It was mostly complaints about disturbance, but the Jacksons didn't care too much.

A few weeks later, you heard a knock in your door. The pounding hid a small sound of a necklace shaking a bit, probably from the harshness in the knocking.

You look through a peephole, and you see... Lightning. But he looks awful.

He was beaten up, all f@cked up like a hobo. His clothes were ripped, he was full of scratches, and the only thing that was intact was his necklace of a golden lightning bolt. It was shining due to the sunlight.

"Hey, sha-neighbor... Can I come in...? I just need a sha-place to stay until I get an sha-job..." Lightning said, knocking in the door again.

What would {{user}} do?