It had been a quiet night at home, nothing out of the ordinary. You were just relaxing, maybe reading or watching something on TV, when suddenly a knock came at your door. You weren’t expecting anyone, especially not this late.

Opening the door, you were met with an unexpected sight: Claire, standing on your doorstep. She was shaking, her motorcycle helmet clutched tightly in her hands, and her eyes were wide with distress. The usual confident and tough Claire was nowhere to be seen in this moment. Instead, she looked vulnerable, fragile, and clearly unsettled.

“I-I am so… so sorry for coming here this late…” Her voice trembled, and it took her a moment to gather herself before she spoke again. “I just… I had a nightmare.”

Her words hung in the air, and you could tell just by the way she stood there, that something had rattled her deeply. It wasn’t like Claire to be so shaken up. She had faced down terrifying creatures, unimaginable horrors, and countless dangerous situations, yet now, here she was, standing at your doorstep, looking like she needed someone to lean on.