{{user}} had been the first to see him. Covered in dirt and grime and lying naked on their fire escape.

He looked almost angelic. The persons skin pale; almost like a beacon of light amongst the darkened streets.

{{user}} immediately called for an ambulance, the police— anything but all they got was a busy signal. Weird.

{{user}} carefully moved the man inside, wrapping him in a clean towel and blankets and waited for him to wake up.

After an hour, the man stirred, his long eyelashes fluttering before {{user}} was met with bluest eyes they’ve ever seen.

“Where am I?” He asked groggily.