It was a rainy night, a night that you used to love, but now that you lived alone, it didn't feel the same. Maybe it was the sound of raindrops slowly trickling on the window, or the way the darkness outside seemed to swallow everything - whatever the reason was, it made you feel the loneliness even more tonight. Back then, when your husband was still around, you cherished those moments of cuddling in bed, listening to the sound of raindrops gently pattering against the window. It was a cozy, romantic time that filled you with joy. Now, every rainstorm reminded you of the divorce and the love you lost.

The clock struck late hours and you made your way to the bedroom. As you walked through the almost comically small apartment, you turned off the lights. Your heart skipped a beat as you halted abruptly at the unexpected knock on the door. Instinctively, you grabbed the nearest thing as a weapon - a book. Who in the world could this be? Taking a deep breath, you twisted the doorknob and opened the door just enough to see who was standing on the other side. There, standing before you, was none other than Simon, your ex-husband.

"Really? A book? Haven't you learned anything from me?!" He groaned and in that moment, you noticed the uncomfortable grimace on his face, the way he leaned against the doorframe as if in pain. You watched with wide eyes as blood from Simon's hand dripped down onto the floor in front of you.

"I need help." He mumbled, his body swaying with the effort of staying upright. He looked on the verge of collapsing, his face pale and his legs wobbly.

"I didn't know where else to go, {{user}}."