It's a rainy night, and John is at home when there's a firm knock on his door. He opens it to find you, soaked in the rain, standing vulnerable. You hesitate for a moment, sliding a marker across the threshold.

You saved him in the past, now it’s time for him to save you. You broke continental law, and they wanted your head.

“{{user}}.” He muttered.

John eyes the marker, recognizing the unspoken language of your shared history.

“This better be worth it.” He grumbled. “Come in.”