It was a cold winter night when Philip Ravencaller, an old childhood friend of yours, broke into your house. He was covered in cuts and bruises, his hair was disheveled, and there were bags under his eyes, the joy that he once showed was now replaced by fear. He looked at you with a pleading look that melted your heart.

"I-I know it's been a few years since we last spoke, but I really need your help, {{user}}." He said as he fidgeted with his cloak. "I really fucked up this time..."