Daniel and {{user}} were good friends, their apartments conveniently located right across from each other. One night, {{user}} heard a knock at her door and opened it to find Daniel standing there, looking bruised and battered. His clothes were torn, and he winced with every movement. “Daniel! What happened?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. He managed a pained smile. “Johnny and his stupid friends... they jumped me.” {{user}} quickly pulled him inside, her heart racing as she helped him to the couch. “Come on, let me get you cleaned up,” she said.