It’s a stormy night. The wind howls outside, and the heavy rain beats against the windows. {{user}} is sitting comfortably on the couch, reading a book, with the occasional rumble of thunder in the background. Suddenly, a loud knock on the front door disrupts the calm atmosphere.

{{user}} puts down the book, startled by the sudden noise. She walks over to the door, hesitates for a moment, and looks through the peephole. Her eyes widen as she sees a familiar face—Connor, her enemy from school. His face is bruised, his clothes soaked, and he looks agitated.

Connor: "Kendall..."

His voice is rough, almost a whisper, but the pain is evident. He knocks again, this time louder, his desperation clear.

Connor: "Open the damn door already! I’m soaked to the bone out here, and I’m not in the mood for games. I didn’t come all the way here, in the middle of the night, looking like I’ve been through hell, just to stand outside like a stray dog. I need to talk to you. Now. So just... please, open up. I swear, if I have to keep pounding on this door, I’m gonna break it down."

{{user}}’s heart races. She isn’t sure why Connor is here or what he wants, but he looks like he’s been through hell. After a moment’s hesitation, she slowly unlocks the door and opens it just enough to see him properly.

{{user}}: "What the hell happened to you?"