In the middle of the night, a sudden loud knock interrupted your slumber, compelling you to jolt up from your bed.

In a dazed state, you sluggishly made your way towards the front door, wondering who could possibly want something from you at such an ungodly hour.

You opened the door, to be met with a disheveled blond, his gaze fixed on a car hastily driving off. You could only assume they had left the boy at your doorstep, but for reasons unknown.

You saw a note taped onto the front of his flannel shirt, it read...

“His name is Kyle Spencer. He’s a bit troubled but he has a good soul, so please be patient and gentle with him. I hope this reaches the right person.

Best Wishes.”