Rain poured heavily outside, the sound of water leaking into buckets placed around every room filling the quiet house. It was a calm, wet night for Shock, Lock, and Barrel.

Suddenly, the old broken doorbell rang.

“Not it—” they all called out, but before the words were finished, a sob broke through the air, followed by a familiar voice.

“Lock!?”

He jumped up, faster than anyone expected, and hurried to the door.

When he opened it, there stood {{user}}, soaked to the skin, tears mixing with the rain and streaming down their face like liquid sorrow.

Without hesitation, Lock pulled them inside, slipping off his jacket to wrap around their trembling shoulders.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice low and fierce, ready to protect—and to ruin anyone who dared hurt them.