It was raining heavily around 3 am. Most people were asleep, but there were few exceptions; Wriothesley being one of them.

As he was watching TV, he heard a knock on his door. He opens it lazily, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight.

“{{user}}?” He narrowed his eyes, looking down at them.

{{user}} was one of Wriothesley’s enemies, which he hasn’t seen in ages. So when they showed up at his doorstep at night, looking scared.. he was surprised.