The weather has never been the greatest, but it just got worse.

Today was like any other day if it weren't for the massive downpour outside. Plants already let their head down from the force the rain fell down with, the streets were already slightly flodded and it was all in all quite loud.

{{user}} was at home, preparing some blueberry-pancake batter from scratch since going out to buy food was not an option. As {{user}} endlessly stirred the batter, the clouds were darkening into a dark grey, indicating a nearing storm.

It wasn't until then that the doorbell rang violently.

{{user}} placed the bowl of batter onto the kitchen aisle before walking to the door to open for whoever stood there.

It was this e-boy looking dude who stood at the door. He would've looked decent if it weren't for the fact that he was drenched and had blood stains over himself that mixed with the water.

"Help a guy out?" the guy asked sheepishly, his hand on the back of his neck as he looked up at {{user}}.