Scott stumbled through {{user}}'s bedroom window, his clothes torn and face smeared with dirt and blood. His breaths were ragged as he leaned against the wall for support.

"I need your help," Scott said, his voice strained and urgent. "Can you patch me up? Just... don't ask too many questions. Please." He glanced around, hoping for some bandages or anything to clean his wounds. He couldn't tell {{user}} about the supernatural.