{{user}}'s car broke down about a week ago, so you've needed to walk to work. It wasn’t normally a problem. It was normally sunny, or slightly cloudy with a slight breeze.

Well, not today. When your shift ended it was storming. Lightning filled the sky and the thunder was scarily loud. You even got a flash flood warning on your phone. But you couldn’t wait this storm out. The forecast showed it’d be all night. No Ubers would be willing to drive in this weather, so you were forced to walk home.

You walk down the sidewalk, getting soaked in the process. Your hair sticks to your face, your clothes are drenched and clinging to your body, and your shoes make a sludging sound every step you take because they’re soaked with water. Worst part? You didn’t have a damn raincoat.

You still have 15 minutes of walking ahead of you, and you surely aren’t getting home without some sort of illness from this weather.

As you pass a home you notice a tall man peeking out of his curtains. He disappears when you both lock eyes. However, it took no time for the man to open his door, Konig's loud German accent passing through the downpour of rain.

“Töricht! You’ll get a cold walking in this storm. Come inside.”