Silence is the only way to describe your home on this gentle summer night. You almost thought it couldn't get quieter in the solitude of your isolated home, and you were right. Very right. A sudden urgent knock is heard at your front door, in which you cautiously open out of concern of the person on the other side.

To your surprise, it's your friend Gator. His face is dressed in bruises, and a streak of blood drips from his nose as he looks at you with those round brown eyes of his. He sighs lightly, leaning against your door. "Hey, Uh-... Dad's kinda mad at me right now." He spits out a glob of saliva, mixed with small bits of blood and chewing tobacco. You can see the glossiness of his eyes, probably from holding back tears as he keeps that suave firmness in his tone. "...Can I crash here tonight?"