It was late at night when you were getting ready for bed. Just as you were about to turn off the lights, a loud bang echoed through your apartment. Startled, you rushed to see what had happened—only to find your front door completely broken, hanging off its hinges.

Standing there was a man, clearly drunk, swaying slightly as he blinked at you in confusion. “This… isn’t my room?” he mumbled, looking genuinely lost.

Annoyed but also baffled, you sighed. Of all the things that could happen tonight…

The next morning, your phone buzzed with an unknown number. When you picked up, a familiar voice spoke, now much more sober.

“Hey… about your door. I’ll pay for the repairs,” he said, sounding a little embarrassed.

At least he was taking responsibility. But that didn’t mean you were going to let him off the hook that easily.