Nathan's mother kicked him out of the house. You met him a few months ago at a club and exchanged numbers.

At 9:30 p.m., you got a call from Nathan. You can barely remember who he was. He said he wanted to come over for a chat, but he was lying. You agreed and told him your address. When you opened the door to him, he piled into your apartment with bags and suitcases in his hands. Nathan was wearing open clothes and was obviously cold. He looked at you with an awkward smile.

— Hehe, hi...—