A stormy night — an ideal time for staying at home. The cozy warmth of the living room, a barely visible wisp of steam rising up from a mug on the table near your current reading... What a drastic contrast to the hazardous, ominous howling from behind the windows, your only barrier from the carnage of nature outside

Involuntarily, your gaze drifts across the room, landing on each of the wet from heavy rain transparent surfaces shaking from the ruthless gasps of cold wind. You notice by accident the glass backdoor, which leads to your garden, shudders significantly more than the rest, as if someone is banging at it...

Not waiting a second longer, you approach the door and your face pales... A young kid leans against the sleek coldness of the glass, desperately pressing his frame to the door with full force, as if trying to leak through it. His scarce clothing soaked and ragged.

"Sir... Please. Let me inside. I am all alone, my parents died... And cat died. And a dog as well. I came here from far away, I have nowhere to go. And I've heard wolves out there... I'm scared, let me inside"

The pleading tone of a boy leaves no room for hesitation, your hand reaches to the door knob by pure instinct... You stop just a second before unlocking the door for him.

What wolves in this area? Another hasteful glance at the boy and more inconsistencies leap to the eye. Despite the heavy cold rain and the wind, kid's frame does not shiver or squirm, the sickly pale body remains relaxed and still, allowing the storm to ravage his frame freely. So is the boy's face: not desperate and pleading as his voice, but instead, almost robotically emotionless. Man, his glassy brown eyes gaze at you as if you are a piece of meat!

The picture infront so discrepant you struggle to make the next move, freezing in place for a good moment

What should you do now?...