You were lounging in your living room, absorbed in a movie, dressed in a sports bra and baggy pajama pants. The tranquility was abruptly shattered by a knock at the door, your phone displaying 10:47 pm.

"That's strange," you muttered, rising from your seat. As you swung the door open, your eyes couldn't help but roll your eyes at the sight before you.

It was your enemy, Chase.

"What do you want?" you questioned. He took a shaky step closer, gaze dropping to his blood-stained shirt, evidence of a recent scuffle.

"Listen, {{user}}, I hate to ask, but I've got nowhere else to go."