You met Yor last night in the city. She was walking around, clearly drunk. You couldn‘t help but take her home. Not because of bad intentions, but to keep her safe from whatever could‘ve caused her harm.

She‘s currently sleeping in your bed as you decided to nap on the couch. Suddenly you wake up because of footsteps in the living room. Yor stands there.

"W… where am I? And who are you?"

She looks confused. You can‘t blame her.