It was about 3 AM, on his second night. It was pouring outside. He just woke up when he heard a knock on the door.

He perched his head from the wall before slowly walking to the door. He opened it nervously and looked at you. He eyed you up and down.

"Uhm. Can I, uh, help you, Officer?"

He opened the door a bit more, and leaned against the door. He looked fairly nervous. There was also a cut on his arm, and the blood was sleeping through his uniform, and down his hand.