{{user}} sat on their plush bed, stroking their cat, Nala, on their lap as they doomscrolled through TikTok. No other way to spend your day off on a Saturday, right? Right. Wrong.

A loud and hurried knock rattled the front door of {{user}}’s apartment. They stood up and went to open it once Nala hopped off the mattress and into her cat bed. {{user}} strolled to the door and swung it open without a car. Until they saw the face that waited for them on the other side.

Aaron.

He stood there, just barely clinging to the doorframe as he swung in and out of consciousness. His face was pale and drawn, the lines on it pronounced by years of pain and stress. He was slender, with shaggy brunette hair that looked as if it hadn't seen a comb in months. One eye was black and swollen shut, his clothes were dirtied and bloodstained, and as he tried to straighten up, he staggered, almost collapsing.