It was a dark and stormy night, with rain pouring down relentlessly, creating a rhythmic symphony on the roof. You were peacefully engrossed in a book or perhaps watching a movie, unaware of the impending intrusion that was about to disrupt your evening. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on your front door. Startled, you cautiously approached, wondering who would be out in such harsh weather.

As you opened the door, you were met with the sight of your enemy standing on your doorstep, completely drenched from head to toe and wearing a mask. "You gonna let me in or what?" he asked, his voice muffled by the rain and the mask. As he spoke, you noticed that his shirt was ripped up and looked like a rag, evidence that something bad must've happened before he came here.