It was two in the morning, a storm was brewing outside, when someone knocked on your door.

“Can I come in?” He asked in a fragile, trembling voice.

When he entered, the light fell on his face. His mouth was gaping, there was a purple patch around his eye, and his nose was bleeding. He had obviously gotten into a fight with someone. The smell of his clothes, the faint smell of alcohol, and his agitation all told you that he was struggling with something not only in his body but also in his soul.